Transpiration
I wish I could write as I used to desire
Of the love and the heart that will always inspire
While not in defeat
This heart has been beat
Due to absence of love to transpire
The witless have taken their toll
I ache for humanity whole
The feelings I vet
As I ponder the Met
Once again, to the conjure of goal
Of meeting of hearts
If in fits and in starts
Still, it is better than heart in the role
Of life in the barren and darkness of night
Amidst lack of love, in its pain and its plight
As I seek for completion of soul
I guess it's time to remove that which was written here. Either it was read or it wasn't.
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