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A year in a new place


Where can I find the perfect expression

of Sadness,


This pain in my throat –

It isn’t painted in anything External, It is here.

It is burning in a sacred place of Woe

Where the forms have no faces,

and I look for a sign,

a portrait that might heal the longing

Your scent still lingering has left.

But there is no perfection;

Just a mess of things:

Objects mirroring my humanity,

My futile searching.

Let me be at peace then

With the thought of your leaving,

only for a while.

Your return will be enamored

In all things,

And our souls will remembers why,

for a brief space in time,

They had no room to breathe.




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