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Guest Poems > Marisela W.
Life

to love is to live,
to love is to pain,
to live is to pain?
we are pained creatures..

our escape is our silence,
but that leads to pain
a silent ache that grows to kill
loneliness is that ache
we are pained creatures..


© 1999 Marisela W.
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