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I watch upon my creek of hollow mirth,
Melancholy looms and swallows day.
Silence seeps into my soul and resonates.
Bestial hands leap from the bushes—
Less a pain than your cold passing;
Yonder holds much more an ache,
Folded deep within your hands—
Truly, I love you. Did you hear me?
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Quiet painful with lovely acros :)
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