Looks like the tears were too absent
Looks like the pain was too present
Looks like the phone call did not reach me
Looks like the flowers did not embalm me
Looks like the love was too small
Looks like the cliff was too tall
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To live, To love, To leave
Poetry"Life is about love and love is about lives." - Sm-L_books
Looks like...
Looks like the tears were too absent
Looks like the pain was too present
Looks like the phone call did not reach me
Looks like the flowers did not embalm me
Looks like the love was too small
Looks like the cliff was too tall