2018-19

It was the winter of weeping
As they all cried out “Me too!” “Me too!”
In a vale of tepid tears
Over self-inflicted suffering
While the root of it all, the curse of it all,
Was in their deepest yearning
Their heart-sick, unheard cries for
Real love, full love, true love
A love beyond their comprehension.

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