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ithaswhatitisnt

Published: Mar 18, 2013

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Your absence isn't the elephant in the room;
It’s the invisible parasites lounging in the floorboards
Just writhing for a taste of lonely flesh.

My repaired left half is gone;
Without you, I’m faulty once more:
The half-blind broken wind-up doll is here again.

There aren't words to describe the emptiness:

just return soon.

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A friend of mine has to be gone for a while. I'm obviously not taking it well, but I'll adjust.

I miss him. Terribly.

EDIT 7/15/13: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE DLD!!

He'll be ecstatic to learn that he helped me with this!