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Waiting for this Death

I do not feel you anymore.
Your thoughts are as distant
As the strange, eccentric shafts
Of moonlight.  
Your touch no longer
Animates my soul
But rather, seems foreign
And fragile; lackluster incantations.  
I wait for you in an empty room
With empty expectations.  
I wait for you
With a death bell clutched between my fingers
Furtively waiting
To ring in the death
Of this affair.  
Written by Virginiapetal
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