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Empty
Arms…
My
arms are empty
There’s
no love to hold
If
I could wrap my arms
Around
my loneliness
Suffocate
its breath
Until
all was quiet
The
only sound to be heard
Would
be the voice of happiness
Greeting
me like a long lost friend
Happy
to be home from its long journey
No
questions will be asked
Just
an embrace welcoming her back.
Dean Jéan-Pierre
(I
still like to write in the melancholy even if I don’t visit as often as I once
did. It just serves to remind me that it’s always around the corner)
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