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Pain, so with Love

He writes what he thinks, he thinks what he knows, he knows what he understands, he understands what he feels.

Words aren't special, and so with poems. Without its meaning, without its feeling.

Words aren't special, and so with poems. Without its meaning, without its feeling.

pain is the only thing that tells us we're alive,

and so with love,

where the pain lives inside into its deepest form,

cold words.

where the love has been lost to the ocean,

called poems.


© 2019 Adelram Cenk

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