Ah — one of my favorite poems that I’ve written.
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I don’t know why
From mere memories of you my world
would always reek
I don’t know why
I cling to the crease of your smile against
My teary cheek
Why is my bubble of burning effervescence
Built upon your imaginary presence
Nothing to hide, yet nothing to show
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I don’t know why, then
My degrees of heartaches become a-tenfold
I don’t know why, then
Your beating pulse against mine turns cold
This feeble string of fervor I cast between us
Succulent, but superfluous
Only to be ruptured with a savage blow.
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And so, I ask:
Why you?
