They say
Absence makes the
Heart
Grow fonder.
True enough.
But it also makes the
Pain
Grow sharper.
They say
Absence makes the
Heart
Grow fonder.
True enough.
But it also makes the
Pain
Grow sharper.
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I can relate, in fact – I think everyone can. I’m sorry, Ben. Positive thoughts heading your way! 😀
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Oh gosh, tell me about absence. Makes the ache feel more profound and the craving sharper than a knife.
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Too true!
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Lovely poem. Thanks.
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