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                   The loss of a father, a cut.
                  The loss of a mother, a gouge.
                  The loss of a pet, a slash.
                  The loss of a friend, a wound.
                  The loss of a sibling, a stab.
                  The loss of a spouse, a sever.
                  The loss of a child, a gash.
                  Drip...Drip...Drip, the heart bleeds.
                  Bleeds out..cold..lifeless..finished.
        

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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