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Not Love
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Poems I fear not the dark,
Only that my mind wanders there willing,
In vain hope,
that I'd return to see,
your Lips curved in smiling,
At the sight of this face,
A mask hiding rust stained sleeves,
Hands clasped tight around a secret,
Behind a back bowed unto breaking,
By the weight of Insanity,
Not Love.
Can one hunger if never fed?
