I Love, You Love, We Love

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Amas, amat, amar

Ten years on,



Relentless time marches on

Nothing in my tool box

to fix this grinding, leaking


It’s not the heart that’s broken,

it’s pain which flows

through the life force.

An ache,

beyond the reach of analgesics.

Like losing a breast,


and nothingness in its place.

Pure emptiness

And whilst the edges fray,

the core is still without cure



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