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One more...
Disappointment flies on swift wings
to settle upon my shoulders like a cloak.
I wrap it tight upon me
for the ache is too great to bear alone,
yet it can never be spoken.
It screams from inside of me and echos through
the empty corridors of my heart.
Love is buried there,
silenced yet craving to cry out.
Yearning to share and to heal,
to laugh and love again.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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