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A poem that came to me during a lonely night

The night was quiet as I yearned, For a touch, a whisper, that never returned. Silence spoke in volumes unheard, Tales of love, softly interred. Each star, a story shining bright, Remnants of passion, lovers' plight. Loneliness is my silent fight, Aching soul, seeking solstice in night.
submitted 9 months ago by lonewolf92
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