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Cry | Poem

That felt better

When darkness kept me awake,

When sickness sings requiem,

When love speaks about you.

Liebe, what time does pain come?

I will send him away while you wither

In the past of anxious times.

Tell me, am I a monster again?

sjwordsmith

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