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Residual Effect

Love, the grand experiment in the universe searching for itself

A paradox that is so very familiar, yet inexorably fleeting

What is love?

Poets have mused for ages as to the essence

To live without and never knowing love, a love…is bland

Taste of love was sweet, ripped from being by familial moving

Never a chance to try again, as up high was brought low

A shell of the former, rebuilding life, different, alone

None to share, to care, to take chance with

Fear reigns in those apart, scared of the unknown, the unfamiliar

The broke but not broken man

Living life, loving life, still, the pallid scar remains

 

 

 

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