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I miss you

I’m not sleeping for the craving;

An unquenchable thirst that only you can relieve

I miss you

As I walk these floors, talking to myself

Ash hanging precariously from my cigarette 

Thinking of a time when it was there for the asking; 

Your sweet scarlet 

Opening you like a sugar blossom

My blade, so sharp there was no pain

Very little

OK, there was pain and you loved it

We loved it

We needed it

I miss you

My mouth waters at the memory of your Deep Divine

Knowing it will never, again, be mine

Is breaking what’s left of me

So I smoke another cigarette 

Thinking

Drinking from an old bottle of whiskey

Crying out your name as feet pound floor deep into the night

I miss you 

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