we who sit at the feet of angels
and drink alone, the bitter truth...
with no hand to hold against the night,
no kindred spirit, no flame of hunger.
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Your poem addresses Mourning with the respect it deserves.
You have to be alone is mournings deepest despair. However, we can take comfort in those who love us, and are there.
Smiling at you
Tai, thinking distraction in cleansing, order of the day
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Your poem addresses Mourning with the respect it deserves. You have to be alone is mournings deepest despair. However, we can take comfort in those who love us, and are there. Smiling at you Tai, thinking distraction in cleansing, order of the day