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Oct 2014
When there's nothing left
But the stale taste
Of cigarettes and warm beer,
Dry lips against dry lips.
Cold hands clutching cold hands.
Loveless eyes and
Loveless hearts.
Weak and lustful
Humans ache for each other.
Humans aching for love.
But where has it gone?
It's all gone.
                       None left.
                                           None.
Sarah K Sullivan
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