This is where
My words leave you,
Before she disappeared
Filed under absence, beatrice, dante, moving on, poem, poetry
Tagged as poem, poetry
Good riddance then. People leave because their scenes in your life are done. We should be happy no matter how sad.
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Not sad at all, my dear Cecilia.
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