Dedicated to my best friend, who's life is a breath of fresh air to my aching lungs.
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The presence, Like a breath of fresh air,
Pumps oxygen through my blood.
All evidence,
Like a hundred eyes, stare-
They bring waves of emotion; a flood.
The disappearance,
Like my worst nightmare-
Thirsts for water turned mud.
The abhorrence,
Like a never-ending affair,
Refuses to relinquish its judge.
The absence,
Like an unimaginable fear,
Burns cold and hard like an unrequited love.
All pleasantness,
Like a hudred knives, tear-
They render new memories bitter; the old, numb.
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ
