Hopeless Devotion

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Days pass me by, weeks and months, half a year.
Yet the empty carcass of our tainted love lingers near.
Each night is hard to bare, dark, lonely, icy cold.
Without your comforting embrace, without you here to hold.
I try distraction, try anger, try passing fancies too.
But it's futile, nothing compares to the perfectly imperfect you. 

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Kayleigh Denton

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 20:11

Thank you!

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Hannah Collins

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 16:50

I love the last line. And the rest.


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