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Will The Poet Speak Again?

Only you saw the poet?


Only I missed his way?
Only you he spoke to?
What do I have to say?
All I have is a stretched nightmare
tis the long nights that weaken me
With no faults; I leave all to bare
I do no wrong that eyes can see

Tell the poet I stand alone


All my friends I have outgrown
I had to let my children go
For no trust in those I most love

How do I live life loosely oh poet?


When life itself smothers me
I have learned to laugh at trouble
Alas I laugh alone as others cry for me

If I live fully, dont I die empty?


Death only shook my hands; no embrace
The poet doesnt love me enough to have waited
Tell the poet I said so whenever next you speak

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