I can no longer pick myself up
These poor broken bones are no longer able to crawl to safety
You have shattered my spirit and crushed my soul
In the depths of your eyes I found nothing but darkness
Not even your hands held their same warmth
I will not ask you to stay
I will not beg you not to go
Let your city keep you
Your gaze is no longer gentle and kind, it is harsh and full of guilt.
Your embrace is something of the past, that although longed for... I learned to live without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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