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The Catharsis My tears flowed gently down my swollen face, so soft but silken, as rigid as apologetic; In guilt, I cried, if loud as thunder, those tears now swept away by winds of change. Now torn between my love for her, and feelings of sadness and remorse, I cried for all eternity and let nature take her course. My head thus bowed between my hands, I wept myself into soft embrace; I'd travelled through time, had journeyed other lands, yet never encountered such beauty and grace. For so I loved her as no other woman and died alone, embittered in age; Now I must live this life for all that is left, and let my god now turn this page. James A. Papastamos |
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