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As she told me, “gone shall I be eight days”
My equilibrium shifted,
the ground below me seemed to crumble
The contraction of my life muscle did pulse,
for she would soon away from me be.
Day one I begin to feel cold,
not so bold am I without her
Day two the darkness of day surrounds me,
seeking to find the light that was her
Day three all joy and glee has left me,
knowing my thoughts betray my dreams of her
Day four to the floor I drop,
preying that God bring her soon back to me
Day five as no longer do I feel alive,
grasping the emptiness of air I fear she not to return
Day six clouded in the gloom of my lonely room,
I cry tears of need as I whisper “I Love You Videl”
Day seven wishing I was dead,
so my soul to her could go
Day eight as the corpse rots without life,
my mind, body and soul now do without her at my side
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More than seems, less than known...
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The Wild Inside
