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awaiting her breathy murmur,


a voice lost in gnarled memories,


of less desolate nights.




awaiting her dusky whisper,


adrift on the breeze

of time,


thawing gnawing gloom.




awaiting her lucid memory,


surfacing, filling voids,


the crevasses of years passed,


stilling cacophony of banal din.



awaiting her deep kiss, when our souls fused into one,


for in all this world, 


it is that kiss,

that i most miss.