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Without You
It stands,
like the lone soldier after war,
hollowed and haunted-
Alone
it stands,
It lives,
like the barren tree after winter,
tangled and tattered-
Barren
it lives,
It aches,
like the ghost of the limb once there,
absent and missing-
Ghostly
it aches.
My pain,
after the trials of a battle,
alone it stands,
My soul,
after the treachery of the season,
barren it lives,
My heart,
after the breaking of its whole,
ghostly it aches,
As I stand here
I live,
alone,
barren,
ghostly
...without you
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"when one person suffers from a delusion it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion."
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