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the emptiness

settling

deep in my bones

weighs me down

despite its hollowness

and I miss being 

whole

with you

to complete me;

like a tree

rising up

to meet the sky,

its outstretched branches and leaves

settling against the clouds

as they become one

under the dying sun

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