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Lowercasemmmmmm

the same air

For all who take love for granted,shame on you

We dont speak the same language anymore
Its more than an impinge of vernacular expression
Its a constant fight of pointless sounds
Its circa, middle of the road, a hard taught lesson
 
We breath the same air and feel the same rain
Though to you its just a storm manifested
We feel the same joy and live the same pain
Though your heart is cold and forever congested
 
And what of love, its hidden in the depths
Stored, shut away under lock and key and guard
The angst fuelled misery, a waking shaded sunburn
That stings me each time I look beyond our love, charred

(2013)

There's no worse a feeling than the slipping away of a love held so close

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