Unable to sleep, I wrote two poems.
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With no refuge, unrequited love
without heavenly haven,
without healing, without beginning
or end. When a kiss is not a kiss,
when one love is lost in lonely
pain, unable to mend.
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how can we ever be happy
alone in this depressing darkness
void of all meaningful life
enduring these threats from a determined death
never knowing how or when, it will all end?
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Look both ways, the yin and the yang.
Mind the gap hiding good news and bad.
Our Literary Journey 
Can’t say I LIKE either of these pieces, LIKE isn’t the right emotion, but they are powerful, effective works.
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I would have preferred sleep. They are dark. Unrequited love is from a song (one of hundreds on the subject). The other was inspired by something I recently read. Life is good. Thanks for the comment.
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