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Broken Sonnets for a Departed Lover - I

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Waking at three in the morning, my eyes Damp for some reason, I lie silent in the dark Listening for the familiar fall and rise Of your soft breathing; but only the stark   Emptiness of absence surrounds my frail Vacuum. My heartbeat throbs like your cock Used to, while I can only weep with hatred at my stale Desire. My brain screams at me, begging me to mock   My ridiculous

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