I hear voices calling out to me
in the park
in the room
in all the music I hear
I see your face
in every mirror I see
in the clouds
in all that I can touch
All that was beautiful
only brings pain
All that was sad
cuddles my soul
All that is lost
will never be again
only your voice
your face
my eternal torment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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