grasping at sand
this dark hole
this empty being
this cold lifeless soul
I see your eyes
the one I hurt
again, again surely again
the tears will make play
with a kind wipe of your porcelain skin
I walk with the last taste of you
away
with foot drug pace I am pulled where I belong
into myself
alone
passed from my lips
with a wishful whisper
again your name
love
has lost me
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