Dearest my Dear,
I've seek to find you in the coldest places,
and they are all full of empty spaces.
Quiet in its breeze, I feel your sorrow and its endless traces
writhling beneath my skin entangled in its laces.
Hold not the heart you don't intend to seek,
As your soul has crept on tip-toes like a leak
Ushering me even though what you offer is bleak
And I so always tempted follow without a thought to speak.
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