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Jul 2013
The coldest people where once the best lovers
The will of the curious were furious once they discovered what they sought to uncover
How the nonexistent winds sundered our hunger
Our thirst to continue
Our drive to strive
A heart torn out of its chest, pulsating, dying to be alive

Blind, for our eyes have been taken
Lost, for our will has been shaken

The warmest people will soon be cold
The ones with hope will soon be told that the dying lovers will be hailed as bold
But they'll ask
When does searching for love begin to get old?

Yet here I now lay with my ear to the ground
Sill tirelessly searching for a sign, a scent, a sound
Searching for the barer of the key to unlocks life’s bind
So I can finally see, and have the will to find another sign
Angelo Iudici
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Angelo Iudici  26/M/New Jersey
(26/M/New Jersey)   
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