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When The Time Comes

We are, all .......alone.

Lost.. Amongst, the crowd.

Meanwhile.

I'm drowning...... in happiness,

as the alcohol, goes down.

Lonely, is a .........state mind.

While love, is ......a longing, of the soul.

A brief interlude, that lit my life. 

Forbidden fruit, never tasted so sweet.

But, you broke, my heart.

And took my breath away.

So I've learned,

in the end

Hypoxia gets us all......

Giajl © Jim Love