thirst for the sound of that voice
hungry for the warmth it brings forth
but the music is gone into inaudibility
the heat has hit its lowest and coldest ebb
fond memories still flocking the mind
flooding the heart with crazy cravings
longing for a time lost and never to be recovered
yearning for a touch gone and never to be stroked
aching for a sweetness gone sour and never to be honeyed
hurting for a heart hidden and never to be rediscovered
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