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Be A ManBe a man she said. What does that mean? A heart not gelded by lies? No whispers of deceit or surprise Oh God yes, now I do find. That poignant poverty of mind. Sentient and yet soul shredded Angst and I mortally wedded. No matter how great the cost, Forever,to you,I am lost. The echoes of your eyes, Breathed out with my sighs Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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