Words are wonders,
Building bridges, crossing canyons,
Meeting minds.
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We pass through the years, disjointed, apart;
Her flaming red fever still burns high.
Giving nothing herself, ice eyes, hard heart,
Makes love ill; yet it does not die.
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Who gave you comfort when you cried out in pain?
When you thought you were dying, abandoned, alone,
To face the inferno- the scars still remain.
Who held you tenderly? Who took you home?
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