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A yearning
This transulcant love of mine, withers in a far distance.
To which my heart aches to reach for, but descends into bitter bleak darkness.
Eyes open wide to see the reach, but cannot comprehend the fathoms of its perils.
Bleak darkness seaps farther into the mind and soul.
Creeping lightly to the heart..drawing it down deeper.
Sinking....sinking....falling into the abyss of age.
Age unknown to time...time uknown to man....man uknown to life.
Being freed is what my soul seeks.
My soul needs....it yearns for that warmth.
Cold...dark and lonely is all it hears and feels.
Cringed in a sphere of negative love...love unkown..the heart grows...cold and distant...uncaring....unwanting.
Only wanting...death.
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