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Your eyes, they hurt

your love, it burns

your touch, it deafens

your scent, it scars

your taste, it leaves me.

of course they said life was never easy.

I waited, Time wasted.

My love, all spent.

Our time, it’s finished.

this race, I thought I was winning..

the end, is it the beginning?

Our love, you envisioned to diminish.

 

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  1. Oh this was awesome poetry! The flow is amazing here. I love it!

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