The Low Road
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Sandra Feldman
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Emotionally destroyed,
Passion, devoid,
No mountains left to climb
No Love, sublime.
Life pitter, patters on,
But once you're done
Your done
Finito, Finite
Where to go?
Follow the sun?
There is no life left
In the melting snow
Nor is there any hope
For Love to grow.
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