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Without Him

Time flies

Upon wings of russet gold.

He climbs every mountain

And drowns in every ocean.

He dries the last tear

And ignites the first smile.

He is the blood in every heart

And the transparent breath in every death.

Feel him hold You in his hands…

The way You seep through…

But never actually get away.

He embraces You,

Entices You,

Provokes You.

He becomes Your largest want,

Your greatest love,

Your dying wish.

But You are the burden on his shoulders.

You have been born with him,

Lived with him,

Loved him,

Died with him.

You are his tease,

His lust,

His reason.

And yet,

Without You,

He is no more.