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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

Empty pillow
Reaching across to where the pillow lay empty
Feeling all of the cold space that it leaves…
Thinking about love and did I really even stand a chance..?
And is it anything that I ever really believed?
I have truly been in love and burned with such passion
But it always felt that this was not for me?
I was destined to be alone and have always felt that this was true
No matter on which road I had travelled or been.
Some nights I am lonely and feel those empty spaces around me
Trying not to think of the love I had known
But memories so sweet cannot be forgotten forever
And truly… all that I own.

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