I am sufficating in an endless void still pleading for you. In a minute's doubt I glance behind me and recognise nothing just a cloak of sadness... in lieu of you. I sigh to breathe in the aroma left behind by you. What cruelty to have the aroma remain to remind me of you. I am a mere speck of sand an afterthought in the desert an inexcusible entity minus you. The heart of my being that remains is unrestrained unreturned exposed worthless miserable I am nothing but a violent ague a dryness that cannot be quenched save a kiss from you.-- =======Harold====Freshour=======
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