When I finally see him,
He appears.
Out of darkness,
Out of the air I breathe,
In,
Out.
I cannot think when I am,
Without him.
How did I live before this?
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
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When I finally see him,
He appears.
Out of darkness,
Out of the air I breathe,
In,
Out.
I cannot think when I am,
Without him.
How did I live before this?
