and so rid me of thine air of pestilence
I crave no warmth from thine bosom
and seek refuge in mine chamber alone
I do not mourn this loss for I had yet to desire it
and with these lines I say farewell to a love I had not loved
Poetry from the past and present
Poetry is not my forte, but they say creativity is about being vulnerable. So, here lies all that I am, and all that I ever was.
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