...Eventual...

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Faded words that strain my ties,

Nimble hands that bind my eyes

Approaching the end it is never seen...

Without you my heart rips and teems

Playful days that ache to hope,

Sullen nights that yearned for love...

It's hands are fading with the night,

Allowing the once solid to plea with fright.

A story unraveled with words torn through,

this deepened ache is all...

for You

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