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The shards of lost love
Trail me everywhere
They cut deeply into my feet
Pieces of heart-shaped pottery
These fragments
are obscured to all but me
For I see them plainly
Existing perpetually with tormented clarity
Is it life?
I taste the air and death of others around me
But I am numbed to the essence of it all
Always subsisting but never truly awake
How can I be?
Haunted by their extinguished desires
Tears trace the contours
of a ghostly face
Starting their journey plump and delirious
But
at journey's end
exploding in sorrow unto the pitiless ground
There is no peace for me
Nor will there ever be
Here the blame is mine
Deliverance is here
The lovers
once called untainted happiness their own
And by robbing their lives of it,
It was withdrawn from mine.
As it should be.
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