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mp;utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels">Luis Quintero</a> from <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/white-flower-2146554/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=pexels">Pexels</a></figcaption></figure><p id="4b9a">The city’s lisps still love, u

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nder the breath of lon- ly crowds;</p><p id="604e">The sea still sings sweetly beneath the raw and wash of night.</p><p id="506e">Your absence carves away at me, I am barren and blank;</p><p id="c4b4">Maybe you do not real- iz that my heart has stopped beat-ing.</p></article></body>

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A short poem.

Photo by Luis Quintero from Pexels

The city’s lisps still love, under the breath of lon- ly crowds;

The sea still sings sweetly beneath the raw and wash of night.

Your absence carves away at me, I am barren and blank;

Maybe you do not real- iz that my heart has stopped beat-ing.

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