it would
be painful
if you
imitate pain
in a
painless manner,
ending a poem
hanging,
a dangling
idea inside
one's head
Grief
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2 endeavored to criticize:
a poem hanging, a dangling idea
inside one's head, there is a sadness a pain to an unfinished
thought, damsel, true.
it
is always
painful when something
is
l a c k i n g :(
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