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Poem Number 20626

cold night cold people
Commentary:

her stealing my thoughts as my rose coloured glasses come off and I see the waste,
always my fault or hers
why can’t we kiss in the middle of it all, for the sake of those who have lost.
this time I don’t even cry for this time is worse.
the last light in the city has gone out and the candle offers no light just agony
as we are all left burning.
~
raul

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