Cry of pain.  

We loved each other

Much more than to call it love, 

He said ‘he had his best with me’

I wrote ‘him as my April love modifications ‘

My anguish was his life

My disasters were my mistakes

None happened, it was all a madeup crisis, 

I sit on the table,  and I throw my head back as we talk for long hours.  

None repeated,  none known.  

It was all a cry of pain.  

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