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Emptiness

"Lonely- he sits quietly at the window - This vision of beauty in his mind's eyes and by his side, feeling but not touching, watching silently, the rain drops slowly as they trickle down the tempered glass from the dismal grey skies above, as do the tears on his tired face, dropping endlessly one after another into a puddle of soft memories...his eyes tired and his heart empty - missing something - missing everything...shallow in his smile - deep in his longing- for a love...a true love he once knew but knows he cannot have...and as his eyes drop further- he searches for comfort in closing them- but knows inside he never will..and his heart remains still" anonymous

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