By Damien Knight
I had hoped but my soul immortal,
Fades in reality mortal, hopes no more.
Dare I say you come here not for me?
Alas! I do not despair, for life moves free.
No, I do not worry. Life takes us and flows.
I am just a pleasure that comes and goes.
I write these words to send to you,
But I know I never will, it’s true.
I’ll post my love in public place
And hope you dream of my face.
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