Devoid Of Love - Poem by Jane Tomlin
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by a velvet ebony nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
angels surround us, crying,
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