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Dec 2013
Your hands, hungry
for they were emptied
reach into my heart, please do
Your eyes, searching and ravenous
for their light that was stolen
immerse yourself within my radiance, please do
Your ears, alert
for the music that had fallen flat
steal my voice, please do
Your fingers, cold
for your warmth had been a token, a silence that went unspoken
Your heart, broken
seeing that it incessantly beat for someone who had stolen
take mine, please do
Mine is of no use to me, for it seems to only love you.
Emmy
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Emmy
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