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Jan 2014
I yearn for a tonight,
but not for a tomorrow.
If only I could crave what would redeem me.
Instead I ache for what shall condemn me.
If only you had been the medicine,
and not the infection.
For our desires consume us,
False hopes crush us.
We can never covet what would survive us,
only what would drive us,
*for one more breath.
amc
Written by
amc  Kent
(Kent)   
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