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Ongoing, First published Mar 14, 2023
By whose design determined
By james a. galgano

Heavens hallow descends upon tearing eyes caught within their loneliness.
Unable to confess to eyes never met and obviously unable to relate such reality.
What might have been once upon a time but now in the passing of time never be
Yet within such romance beyond which one should never have dreamt by design
Often within such discouraging word echoing still off often introspective resigned.
What has been lost realizing such foolish quandary desiring what will never be
Nevertheless, within such hovering shadows one searches for one reply inevitably.
As if within darkness where not even candlelight allows one to reflect such hope.
That would linger within the longing embrace needing a response to surely cope.
With the desperation, registered daily alone in the back of surely one's lonely mind.
Where one still can reminisce once foolish eyes have found love by design
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