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Another poem

Posted by Bopcha on


Die, Love, don't linger any longer Too long have I walked hand in hand with hope

And quenched my thirst from rivers of desire

I reached out for a flaming heliotrope

And burned my hands, it was a raging fire



Poor heart, trapped within your steaming cage

You thought that Love would set you free

To hear the twinkling of the stars

And see the rustle of the leaves

But you were wrong! Die, Love, so I can live again.



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