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Dying Embers

    There is no pain
like that of a wound which does not bleed.
    There is no loneliness
like feeling alone in a crowd.
    There is no emptiness
like a void that cannot be filled.
    Heal me.
        Hold me.
            Fill me.
     I miss you.

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Ron W. Hamilton
© 1989