• poems,  poetry

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    he sat in the darkwiping back the tearsspinning the gold onhis dry fingerwondering why it hadto be this way she had alwaysbeen theresince they were childrenholding handslaughing at the worldpraying for the best their skin thinnedin their agechildren grew oldbut they had theirsouls to appeasethe fading memories young and pigtailedslender and sprythey took on the worldwith youth and lovekind and patientwonderful and decent building their worldas they neededwanting onlyfor each otherthey were lovethe purest form he poured his heartinto her dying breathholding her coldfrail aged handaching for more timefeeling her pain his head againsther shoulderafraidto look into her eyesas the sparkle he lovedsank into the dark so he sat in…