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Among the Solemn

In the dark,
she cries his name.
When they're apart,
it's not the same.
She is lonely.
She is sad.
Among unholy,
she's getting mad.
Being alone,
is half the problem.
Where's the sword?
Among the solemn.
Now she cries,
as he dies.
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this years ago, when life was at a low.
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