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Thought I was above emotions,

not even tiny bit.

But till it hits,

notion-

of affection that made the heart

Roar as the midnight tide,

Bottled inside.

Apart-

from the longing daze

across the wide hallway

to the burning blaze

of my rapid pulse

there is nothing is left

of my molten flesh,

cannot grab a hold

on my dying soul.

I have fallen

fallen hard,

into the pit

you didn’t mean to dig.