The Emptiness Of Solitude.
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Sandra Feldman
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To have
The Certainty
Of Nothing,
As dull spiritual
Pain,
Is not, at all
Reassuring!
Since we parted
Your loving, memory
Has been,
So painfully, long
And constant!
Hard to live with!
Maybe,
Not even living,
At all.
For lost love
Kills slowly,
A little,
Everyday
Till there is
Nothing
Left to feel
Or say...
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