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Jul 2016
in the middle of the wee hours of the dawn,
he suddenly felt the absence.
from her longing touched he missed
where was the heat that he was familiar to.

He was left empty,
He was unclothed.
He left her with nothing.
He was lifeless.
Leera
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Leera
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   K-mari AJani Jones and Corvus
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