Yearning
J
James McLain
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The yearning and
Every tender throb And gentle ache
That embodied you,
Have vanished into the gloomy void.
Now, at night, you arrive
Unsmilingly, to rest with me
A lifeless, frigid weapon
Upon my feverish, aching soul.
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