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Dec 2016
My love is running out
And I've still not told you
Just what shape you've carved in my heart.
You've scorched your image, your name on each tiny blood vesselΒ Β within me.
I'm blistered & scared by this love which daily is destroying me
Unrequited, unreturned, unfulfilled...
But consistent....
Like the virus you consume me,
Invisible gnawing desire saps morale, my focus on anything not allied to you.
I'm scuttled, sinking into the depths of uncharted self destruction.
And...I love you...Β Β 
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Dedicated to the lady who brings light wherever she goes
Paul James Woolley
Written by
Paul James Woolley  71/M/Lichfield UK
(71/M/Lichfield UK)   
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