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I have grown to like sadness--
The sheer feeling of aching,
Of longing
For something that was once
So beckoning--
Is somehow addicting

I have grown to love sadness--
I have caressed his cheek,
And rested my head against his shoulder
At night, he would stroke my hair,
Telling me he'd never leave my side
And then I would have a peaceful slumber

In his arms,
Flooded with my tears
With a pen in hand,
I shall write endlessly

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