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Stowaway Heart

Does an asunder heart still echo the chambers of these barren walls
Despondent beats remain in bereavement of yesterday�s assertions � � �
Today�s losses, tomorrow�s emptiness � �
That old sense of fervent melancholy � � �
Keeps tapping on the window of my angst �
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I imagine you reaching out in the midst of my dreams � � �
I hear your thundering roar beckoning from tranquility of the majestic seas � �
I wallow in the marvels of your intellectual shaman � � �
Coating me in the mystic of its beautiful implications � �
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Sacred rites we bowed in veneration, unto my sanctuary you knelt � �
With each breath we took � � �
Blessings in the agility of the meld � �
My skin, metamorphically catered in the reality of your subdued whispers � �
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The existence of my being drifting on the soft notes of an erroneous melody � � �
Blowing in the sweetest reminisce of fate to lose destiny to gain � �
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Do I have the will to tarry on � � �
The burden of this cross one must carry � � �
Shall it become too intense to bear in solitude � �
Our moment, this moment, my moment, in time is plummeting � � �
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Drowning me in a sea of exalted potentials ordained on the near horizon � �
As an obedient child bereaving a beloved toy confiscated by time � �
Awaiting hands can never get back � �
Quietly persevering my stowaway heart written on the scrolls of forevermore