Sick Hearts
S Stefanie Fontker
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This is my only sickness,
The sickness of love.
My heart rots at the lack,
Of your breath on my skin.
My eyes water at the sight
Of our old photographs.
A heartache too cold,
Won't you return here,
If only to warm what remains
Of our once enflamed love?
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