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Now I ponder why I've ripped and torn my favorite works
Turned Aphrodite into dust
No war sigh of relief will come to pass
A hesitancy now most bitter
No calm elixir to ease my loss
Why Do I destroy what my better self delivers?
So hypnotics pulled poetry without memory
Must I once more whirl into its' abyss
And retrieve my lost children
That told of deeper selves dwelling

Star knowledge from star children
Come back, come back
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Poetry.com 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Leona Chaput More than 1 year ago
Well wrtten
Anna Laurencio More than 1 year ago
très agréable very nice
Brian Gibbs More than 1 year ago
loss for the sake of loss. if it was yours, it will come back. no worries, bro.
Peter Gibson More than 1 year ago
3 stars out of 5, not to shabby.
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