I STILL HEAR ALL THAT
With the pangs of a broken heart
and the sad sorrow of less life to
live, I walk outside into the dark.
Hoping to find something; anything
that will do - to ease the pain and
the hurt and the tease of the curt
moments I face. The moon has no
sadder face than do I. I maybe
finally have met my match.
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