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The visage of the time we spent.
Sits heavily in mind.
For what i lost meant.
With out i am left blind.
At home left wandering in unfamiliar terrain.

What is it I speak of if not love.
  A euphoric state of relentless attraction.
My predisposition, not to see lack thereof.
To the point of abstraction.
Preoccupation with something to the exclusion of all else...