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Passion torn away from my hands

by the cruelties of obligations,

a dirty soul clamouring for coin.

the words stare at me on the pages. 

Such longing to join cursive thoughts

With conflicting emotions

this ssoul waiting to bare

imaginations crowd me,

emotions envelop me and

envy stabs me as I watch you write

and cloak myself in your living observations 

But time being the whore that she is, moves on 

and dragged from your pages

With thoughts left hanging above light pixels 

you remain unaware of my admirations;

and I wanted you so much

to know.