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Her
Her tears
are still drilling holes
to the center of my heart.
Lonely,
I can no longer feel
her lips on my lips,
her face on my face,
her hand in my hand.
Blind,
I can no longer see
the skin
covered by her clothes.
Touched
by another man's kiss,
covered by his embrace
I imagine her to be.
Hate I have
for him,
for me,
for the whole world
but not for her.
In love
with this girl
I was.
Lost
in her lost embrace
I am.
A memory
among other memories
I wish to be.
In love
with this girl
I still am.
poem
by
Serban Raducu Bogdan
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