Each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times in dreams
because you are no longer here
and I am locked within these prison walls.
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Boundless melancholy and pain... Traitors do not deserve so much the tear,10... Thank you David for your kind words... Sincerely, Tsira
We are territorial beasts at our core, its true; and the bed is the central hearth of our fires..woe to anyone who defiles it. Great poem, for sure.