He left the city
He left her
He left himself with her in that city
since then
He travelled the world
He travelled with her
He travelled in an empty shell with the memory of her

He left the city
He left her
He left himself with her in that city
since then
He travelled the world
He travelled with her
He travelled in an empty shell with the memory of her
That opening was simple but very powerful! “He left himself with her in that city”
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When we leave a love one, I feel we always bring/leave part of us with the other person. When we leave love, we are bound to be empty for a while I guess.
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Yeah, you’re so right. We’re always part-empty after that.
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amazing work!
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Absolutely beautiful and rare gem of poetic art… love the layout, the minimalism, the subtle repetition, the haunting theme. Read it several times over to let it sink in; it’s pretty deep on multiple levels. The image seems perfect too. I stand in awe! 🙏🙏
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Your comment said everything I wanted to say perfectly~ 💕🙈🌸
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Thank you for the kind words Yiena 💕🌷 it is a great poem 🙏
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💝🙈💝💕🙈🌸
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I am humbled by your comment Lia. 😊
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Very sincerely meant every word. 🙂👌
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The previous commeny said it all~ Really lovely piece Cassa~ 💕🙈🌸
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😊
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Cassa, deeply dark and emotive… you’ve taken us into the realm of love lost and you’ve done so brilliantly!
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Thank you Lance for your comment.
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It is a great pleasure, Cassa!
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