As the night twists
Unhappily like a knife
Into a vital organ,
All I can do is ask
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As usual, you speak the language of sadness with eloquence. You deserve a daughter of a pretty age. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
I do wish that you will find your daoughter of a pretty age. I wish happiness for you What a voulnerable and beautiful poem from you...So sad