Septuāgintā Octo

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Blue
I mourn your absence
more than I mourn
the absence of rain

Blue
How can you bring me
so much joy
but so much pain?
Loving has been
such a violent act
since you came

Now I know what it's like
to bleed and empty my heart out
just to stand in front
of a bolted door
Now I know
how you'd dance
on the dance floor

I know how to cherish
every moment
and how to chew the thorns
of our happy memories

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