A river can obscure the flow,

A pen can be a prison’s force,

A lover can kill thee with hate,

The sunlight’s luminance mayth blind,

And loneliness mayth heal the heart.


Death waits with twitching hands and glimm’ring smiles.


I have survived several deaths thinking of thee.

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