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VENUS QUINCUNX NATAL PLUTO.


A pressure rising suddenly
Brings boiling tears
That fill the eyes
Burns down my face
A wash of fears
A salty river dries
In lines of mourning memory.

I dont know why the sadness is.
A love goes on when there's no hope?
Lost might-have-beens?
So many things
So many years.

Sweet moments of long agos
Joyful treasures
In wistful memory.
Jewels in the clay of existence.

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