And you'll cry
Come and ask me what is love
How it hurts
What it does
Come and look look at me
To see your art, may you'll cry
How much hurt I've got
After the day that you've gone
Come and ask me if I'm still alive or with you the soul within chased your love
Since the day that you've gone
I'm not alive not even dead!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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