Like angels 
who the world has glared, 
I cry for 
what was never there. 
The sea has 
hung her wave washed hair 
and yet, I'm 
sure I couldn't bear 
This fragile 
pain inside me chest. 
It slowly 
drives away the rest 
I once had 
felt in your embrace. 
The simplest 
things I could not face. 
And still my 
heart cries for your touch; 
How could I 
love you still so much?                
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