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The End of Empty

by Melissa Panther

There were times where you
only existed when you didn't know
how to breathe

Your expanse in conflict with your
natural inclination to surrender,
my persistence, the only indication
of breaking through

There has never been any alternative
method, distraction, substitution
for filling to satisfaction the
void that presents when your
gaze is unable to reach me,
when my breath is not against
your flesh...

08/11/2009

Posted on 08/11/2009
Copyright © 2025 Melissa Panther

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Posted by Michael Defries on 12/30/09 at 03:35 PM

Breath taking!

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