Wednesday, February 12, 2025

I wrote just a poem for you, just so you wouldn't remain in the poem. I lost count of how many poems this makes...

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The shade of a single tree was enough for both of us. It wasn’t the wind; it was you who blew.

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    Bloody Moon Yet, I never wept in daylight, Never spoke with the absence in my pocket. With bloodshot eyes upon the sky, I never gazed, Never...
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