Whatever Remains of Love

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A thousand tangled thoughts
About love – whatever remains
Of love – it was only a thin thread
Of a cloud, transparent
Beneath a touch of passion

I lie awake and watch
The river of stars
I am lonely, but I was
Lonely even with you

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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