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Bitter Alomonds
When we shall meet again?
Don’t know
Don’t want to know
Long are the days to count
The subtle moments unchangeable
Visited and gone
Intense is the pang of loss
That rattles inside
Consider me in pieces
Like bitter almonds stuck to the palate
I cringe to feel
The detesting foul taste
Of loss
Melting in my mouth
poem
by
Geti Ara
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