Behind The Door, Waiting

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Alone,
Awash in the
darkness,
I covet your
Gentle light.
Surrounded,
Amidst the addled
crowds,
I chase your
Fragrant peace.
Despair drives out
Fury,
Stupor devours
Despair.
I am numb.
I am lost

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