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a wish for memories
the smell of presence
a touch of careful hand
warmth to ease the chill
an absence in presence
forfeited dreams pass
leaving empty hopes
and fragile beliefs
with absence of faith
lies the embittered
too tired to embrace
forgotten ideals waste
an absence again, lo
how empty is a heart
purity now lain waste
not for hurt, nor harm
failing for this lack
of ability to believe
that there was one
when forsaken for two.
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