Only Death

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Only Death

I've always said,
Only Death
Could cease me
Bearing my entire self
For you.

Only Death
Could hinder me
From a love
That is not mine
To give.

Yet you took his role
By playing the part
Of killing me.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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