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RE: I Want to Live and Die in Your Arms

in #poetry7 years ago

This is not a poem born at the time of loss; it comes later.
It is not the sharp pain of loss, but the endless ache of memories and pain at the emptiness of your future and at all the might-have-beens

Thanks John.

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yes, you are right, my friend - couldn't have said it better :)