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The other side of me.......
Blood can flow before the wound appears.
Imagination, painful now, will guide me
Through the coming hard and lonely years.
Feeling in advance the wrenching pain,
Imagining the years of desolation
Until we are together once again.
Will bring to us beforehand all the joy
That, dreamed of in some isolated hour,
Our sad and lonely weariness will buoy.
I'll suffer less when you're no longer here.
But, relishing despair,
I plunged into the nearest hell
And spent some weekends there.
"You dont love a women because she is beutiful,
but she is beutiful bcause you love her."
