XII

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this missing you is a drought of eternity,
a tribulation so dry, i'm yearning for what can't be
silent voices trying to say everything out loud
the agony can't be explained.


this missing you is a drowning that's endless,
i'm soaked in the pieces of my broken heart
a powerful voice, yet nothing to say
so many ways to put this into words,


but it's not enough.

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