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He is my solace,
But he fills me not;
Like a sanctuary, roofless, amidst a storm…
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He is my obsession,
Though, mine, he is not;
Like an addiction that you manipulate into a norm…
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In his realms, I wander,
Eager to quench this thirst I feel,
But, with each endeavor, I am left deformed…
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To free myself is easy
When voiced but not in doing
For his rare existence in my cold life leaves me fleetingly warm…
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He is my paradox;
The epiphany of all my contradictions.
With him, or without him, my life and my sanity are outstormed…
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do enjoy your poetry
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Thank you, my friend. I must say I thoroughly enjoy your writings, too.
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excellent choice of words
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Thank you. You are too kind…
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Brilliant as always
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Far from, but your support is always empowering. Thank you, my friend.
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