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There, if only for a moment

I wish I had never met you.

Seldom I reckon your lips

in the morning waves of my mind.

But now the oceanic solitude

lies still and so does my soul.

That, my love, is how yo tell a lie:

big words, some joined thesaurus magic.

I pray my heart to stop loving

for I suffer in your absence

and laughter has become nothing

if not a way to think about yours.

Here lies your picture

in my poor mind

for I remained a beggar of your love

even after you gave me the bliss of loneliness.