This thing

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I sit amongst family friends 
  see the wam flow
  open arms

i feel despondent  
  hollowed
  empty

Their caring eyes
  gracious smiles 
  tender words

perpetual incursion 
  consumed within 
  calling...  

Your firm handshake
  a pat on the back
  her gentle embrace

cauterize calloused scars
  withdrawn 
  thirsts...

Intimacy unwavering
devotion unflinching 
fidelity unfounded

thrown away
undeserved 
hungering...

Consumed 
  by this thing
  all i have left

  this abused ink 
  this blank page
  this...
 
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Flawless ending

"This abused ink, this blank page this" that was beautiful 


"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin 

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Thaks man glad you liked it

Thaks man glad you liked it