Poetry that suffers and cries while my verses name to a whole vacancy and loneliness that during this lifestyles I experience while my personal organisation is a witness of a gift doomed to the ache of lack of the only who enlightened me. Shadow of absence and witness of a good-bye that lives in each nook of my reminiscence that grade by grade wears down my worn-out heart.
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