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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
Human
by Michan

She was gasping, falling, bleeding
but still love like a razor at her soul kept heeding
her onward, making her keep on trying, keep on searching... despite its endless nicks, or the painful lurching, of her heart.
Relentlessly it drove her to find a love of her own...
...for that realized dream in flesh and bone...
And so unable to stop, never minding the pain,
again and again she was driven to keep the search in vain,
as her body failed, ached, and then rose once more.

 
 
 
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