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Grasping

The only thing that grows

is the space between.

You don't want what this body knows

 

questions pile up evermore

What does this mean?

Why don't you want me anymore?

 

On and on

this suffering plays

my heart is its song

 

I ask, "how long?"

it doesn't respond.

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