the essence

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    the essence

    Its been awhile sense you left,
    i thought i could hold on to your essence but as the lonely nights quickly turns into day and the sun decided to shine on my skin,
    i loose a little bit of your essence:
    you know, the one that was in your favorite shirt that you gave me.
    The one that was in the picture of you holding me so tight, and let me not forget the one that was lingering in my dreams whenever i close my eyes.
    If it was up to me, i would keep it all but its what the soul has to be able to move on and survive the hurt of the essence that was.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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