the aches, the longings,
that sprout beneath the angst,
within the hallow halls of my soul,
sometimes numbing, sometimes fulfilling
filling the crevices that your sweetness once sought refuge
then there’s life, then there’s more of it,
when I realize how stranded I am, among a sea of people,
aching with longing, to once again put the feeling into
words
immortalize it, let the it caress the longings, and the
aches
as the echoes of my heart beats
reverberates in the hollow halls of my soul
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