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Bruised
do not leave me
for I wear your absence--
sadly, unwillingly;
like pebbles,
pulled from the strength--
of mountains.
like summer heat, trapped
within the cooling winds of fall--
left shivering;
and each hour is filled--
with emptiness;
while every moment--
presses painfully
against the darkened bruise--
of your abandonment...
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