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Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #2046911

poem, 2015

This has cost me myself.
My undeniable passions,
My outrageous longings.

These longings to know
That it will be no different
What is held dear now
Will be held again.

This is the black reality
That we will all face a gruesome tomorrow
In which nothing is determined
And all could be forgotten.
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