Purpling Syllables of Grief

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I did not know the meaning
of wound or grief for eons.
Nor sadness, pain, uncertainty,
or isolation could touch me.

I thought so!

All I knew and cared was,
about happiness, assuming
there will be indefinite and
exhilarating moments all the while.

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