Separated

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    Separated

    I wonder. Where we could have went if destruction didn't take over love corrupting our hearts and minds in time for pain to dominate our lives. I cry inside tears of sorrow, blinded eye's, miserable heart, emotional mind, discomforted soul unhappy life. Separated for now and ever you and I. I hope true love you find in time to comfort your heart free your mind! When you cry joy in your heart peace of mind happiness inside. No more blinded eye's miserable heart emotional mind. Separated.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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