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That which hurts the most is not your absence

‘Tis rather the opposite: your essence

Shining brightly, oh brighter than ever,

Just in my reach and were I to extend

My arm I feel I could touch with my hand…

But be damned this curse that I may never

Feel the soft warmth of your skin on my flesh!

Please let me be overcome by the fresh

Torrent of emotion flowing in me;

It is settled, no matter the reason

I’ll not battle this lovely enemy,

I long for the sweetness of your poison.

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