____To enrich my pen____
I am addicted
to the pain
when I can't find it in
my numb heart
I go to hunt
for it, in hearts
of them who suffer,
feed their misery
to the soil
of my heart
to enrich
my pen
my poems
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________In the face of Love_______
In the face of love
what should I see
see the spring
and flowers blooming
or the autumn
and all those tears
frozen
in the autumn's heart