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few could understand his plight

as he lay alone and motionless

twas the middle of the night

pressed within the lines of fiction

concerning what you've taken

bloated with pretentious diction

never once mistaken

inside a pain to great did feel

thoughts of distant memories

secret pleasures her lips did seal

passion gripped between my fingers

consuming fire within my mind

how doth your presence linger

fading slowly into stillness, of a lonely night