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Absence

Those crimson rims I still taste, Your pretty thoughts I constantly chaste Hunted by those orbs filled with certainty, One I’d be blessed to gaze till eternity Lingering touch I feel, That portal of another thrill Hollowness I can’t articulate, In this coldness I’m intoxicate Wistful for the warmth of your voice, Doubting if patience was the right choice?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/15/2016 7:15:00 PM
epic write. I like the 4th couplet a lot. SKAT
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Date: 1/28/2016 8:16:00 AM
i am deeply gratified with all of the appreciation SKAT

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