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HOWL  AT  THE  MOON

I just died tonight.
The pain,
finally,
just too much to bear.

She stood,
laughing at my anguish.
As she twisted the knife,
of hate.

My heart just stopped.
For a brief moment,
I just didn’t,
love her.

Though that mood soon passed.
Replaced ,
Twice fold
The pain returned.

One sided,
We’ll never learn.
Of loves anguish.
When it’s spurned.