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MfP Jan 2018
The silence that lies between us
Echos louder
As I try to adjust
To this deafening noise
I get ready to leave for now this Love has turned sour
No more zest
No more desire
No more passion
But I beat at your chest begging you to want me
Hoping I can bust
You out of this darkness
That is now infatuated your every being
As your blank eyes stair into mine
Heartless
You speak words over me
The words that used to mean much now are empty
Why must I plea
To have this Love that once seeped through the knitting of our skins
Now gone dry
For now I know it’s too late
Farewell my love
This was all but fate

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