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Oct 2011
Your silence always scares me
The sound of you alone
I wish that you were free
The same I wish for me

Our situation unmatched
Constant and misunderstood
It’s hard to stay relaxed
Tense and no desire for even food

Motivation almost gone
Without you I’m alone
I orbit, you the sun

The things I wish are not that much
Simply the sound of your voice

Is it just too much to ask
To have just what I want

For my needs are not selfish
Conceited, or malevolent

You are all I sought
Eric Scott Melton
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