Category : Poems

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When I was in the dark, 
I always called you.
 Now in the dark, 
I am most afraid of you.

I had to get used to living alone,
'Cause I borrowed love for a short time.
  I thought that if I held a stranger's hands,
 I would live happily...

But even the hot sky cooled
 When it started to rain, 
And our arms parted 
When we felt loneliness in love.