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The end of a love, a loss so deep,
Like a wound that's raw and hard to keep.
The emptiness within, a heavy weight,
That seems to grow with each passing date.
The memories once cherished, now a pain,
Like a storm that rages in the brain.
The echoes of laughter, now a distant sound,
A memory that's lost, a love not found.
The pain that grips, a crushing force,
That seems to have no end or course.
The heart that breaks, a shattered shell,
A love that's lost, a story to tell.
But in the midst of the pain and sorrow,
Hope for a new tomorrow.
For though the love may not survive,
The strength to move on and thrive.
To find a love that's true and real,
A bond that will never break or steal.
To heal the wounds and find the light,
A love that's worth the fight.
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Saturnine
Poetry"Saturnine" is a collection of poetry, verses, and poems that delves deep into the complex and often tumultuous emotions that arise from sadness and pain.
