Poem Forty-Eight

[talaquin]

I cannot help but to wonder

Wonder if there ever shall be an end

And end to all that there is

All of this pain

And what of this ache

That which will not go away

Through the entirety of my being, this heartache

That none can help to dissipate

There they wish to offer comfort

And here I receive help

Yet none of them can quite see

Nor understand the

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[between_two]

::holds tightly in warm, loving embrace::