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The words of the weary begin with a theoryThrough the fires of pain and loveAnd you'll always remember this moment so tenderA feeling you wish you could touchBy the blind man's retreat you'll need something to eatAnd something to sink your teeth inAnd you wish you could beat, just by walking the streetAll the pain that this life puts you inSo I'll leave with this note and by this you can quoteEvery word that I've said and I've writtenFor the dust and despair that you catch in your hairIs worth nought for the hearts that you've smittenWhat do you think? What title would you give this poem?Kind regards,happy_profile.xoxo.
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