Crowding around, in a small place, wondering why I cannot see your face.
The angelic beauty a satisfying must, a clinging sensation, holding like dust.
My eyes are blank, my soul seems dead, all of the lies, as I begin to tread.
Deeper and deeper, into the blue, my lively being is only with you.
The tears drip silently, leaving no trace.
My mind cries softly, longing for your embrace.
No longer can I see, hear, or feel, only my memories can you steal.
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If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then do not write, because our culture had no use for it.
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