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May 2018
Hands running over my
cool sheets,
Alone in my deafening bedroom,
I call out your name,
Which comes out in a silent moan,
Yr Love is a stain that pierces my heart with every beat,
With U I could never learn to
Touch the abyss I'd left inside.
I'll never
Know Where these echoes in my hollow home lead.
Maybe I'll
Feel Something for once in this desolate plight.
Ted
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Ted  30/Other/Desolation
(30/Other/Desolation)   
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     Fawn, Wordmancer and Salmabanu Hatim
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