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Your Absence

Your absence is as painful as this drought.

I try to listen for your voice in the wind.

All it carries is my undying love for you.

A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.

And I sit here,

Devising a plan to bring you back.

Without you,

My space is empty.

Gravity is nonexistent.

I look for you,

Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.

Without your drug,

My se...

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