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(A Work in Progress) Every Morn
by Omi Salavealoneliness is the empty next to me in sleep
loneliness has no face to wake to in the morn
empty hollow halls, no laughter to fill the house
loneliness does not hold me when i fear the world
no body to embrace, loneliness is without a face
loneliness catches my quiet tears
03/14/2005 Author's Note: I miss him...it hurts, it hurts when your soul longs and the other person doesnt even think about you, and is lucky enough to live on and love on with someone else.
Posted on 03/14/2002
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