And I will write.
It is love that I seek.
It is you.
I am always here, with my
Pen and books. My room,
Forever dark. My face, always
Grave. My soul, deep. My
Eyes are always in tears.
I have struggled,
And I always will, when
My mind goes from the page,
And finds you,
In love with another.
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