Hearing That Song
that comfort
that she found in your strangeness
you sing it again
and my heart bleeds but
sing it again and again
for in truth i have long wished to die
for without you
i was lost and my life drifted like a
leaf tossed by a stormy night
carried away by the river and the mud
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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