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"CyberSeries" |
Response
to
Answer
love is a question, not an
answer
which must keep asking
itself
over and over
again
when it cannot hear its own
voice
it commits
suicide
somewhere into the
continuum
to purge and renew
itself
and bring another heart to
life
so I will call you my
love
though you do not
answer
the joy you
brought
burned too bright and
deep
with an unbearable lightness of
being
I will never know its like
again
it sparked my soul and
spirit
brought me to life
again
the gods have knit my life
carelessly
you are a loose
strand
but even you will not unravel
me
as I continue to tuck in the
pieces
be still, my heart, for you will
mend
and find what you so desperately
seek
... just not
today
and tomorrow will
come
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