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Forgotten

December 11, 2013
By Anonymous

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain.
In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you.
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.


The author's comments:
Cento poem made up of poems by Pablo Neruda

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