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There once was a time
when I believed
that true love came
in a virtual box
enveloped by a full spectrum
of feelings
where you found yourself lost
unable to breathe
in a world
where time does not exist
but now I am torn
because I bear a bruise
that pushes me to tweak
the bit of my life
now bundled with hurt
unable to remain enclosed
in a beam of your light
seeking the bandages
of your love.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Good one, Christine!
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Thank you!
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This one is so very good – the scab has been knocked off and it still stings!!
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