A void
There is this Void in my chest where my heart used to be filled by your
very touch, smell warmtho f your sould and the smile in your eyes when you gazed in my direction, with a look that filled my moments,
my hours, my days with brilliant light.
Where the merest touch of your hand or the shpe of a quick glance
could mold my sub-conscious core.
This void is now choked off with such an icy menasing atmosphere, a miasma
A choking fog I cannot disperse
That pervades every dream and dulls all my senses, causing chest pain
very touch, smell warmtho f your sould and the smile in your eyes when you gazed in my direction, with a look that filled my moments,
my hours, my days with brilliant light.
Where the merest touch of your hand or the shpe of a quick glance
could mold my sub-conscious core.
This void is now choked off with such an icy menasing atmosphere, a miasma
A choking fog I cannot disperse
That pervades every dream and dulls all my senses, causing chest pain
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