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This is respite, relief from Love.
It’s a suffering common to all;
Unrequited or reciprocated.
Love is a torment;
It’s work !

I see girls out with their guys,
I see the insecurity that underlies.

I see love that arises;
I see love that dies.

Stop guiding me!
I lived what you preached,
And now I have come to this!
Distraught and depressed;
To find that hope!
Which exists no more.

That timeless kiss ;
In the historically reigned
Space.

I worshipped the body,
Unsullied ;
In my greener years.
With ripening
knowledge
I came near this;
I learned to love the scars
I dared to reach Bliss.

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