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| Without by Gaz Maddams An unfillable void longing for embrace, wishing on a star, that I might soon touch, caress, love once more. Calm and peaceful where violent emotion swirled not long before, now seemingly worthless without reaction. Sun streaking through the clouds and trees, orange yellow purple, beautiful and scenic yet wasted if not shared. My passion, my desire, my comfort, my intelligence, my reasoning, my love, my everything. Copyright Gaz Maddams 2001 |