encounter

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A face I recognize
Amidst the storms of my demise
I want to
Find
See
Love him again
But I know I can't.
The sorrow the pain
As my surreal fingers
Go through his hand.
A longing need
The hurting greed
An empty space in my heart
Longing to be filled
I want to love again...

...
..
.
A tearing need
The consuming greed
An empty space in my soul
Never to be filled

Such will to die.

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