ReticentA Poem by wolfie
Is there a cure for love,
a prevention, similar to any dreadful disease that has existed. Is there a way to mute the heart, silence without the loss of life, to beat a rhythm that does not swoon. Is there a way to breath without restrictions, freed from the constriction, of a deadly love to this fragile heart.
© 2016 wolfie |
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Added on February 24, 2016 Last Updated on February 24, 2016 |

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