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The Last Cry

Poetry by America Zed (Poetry Mix)

This is the last cry, I shall not start again,

Over your disappearance, One cruel untimely end.

This is the last word,

on all we could stand for,

I hoped you would come round but you were a few minutes at the door.

Where you became a fire that destroyed everything I loved.

So on this night I close the blind.

Tomorrow my heart moves on.


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