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writhing with sweet remembrance,
I am wracked by cruel bitterness
echoes of longings call strong
long lost to my recall now
I would give my next day of life
or perhaps die before the night,
for the rhythm of my heart is gone
losing it’s veracity by the dawn
when dreams were alive and passionate
now stolen away by the morning’s light
ruefully wishing that I had embraced
hopes of what tomorrow would reveal.
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