your absence is keenly felt
like a blade that seperates heart from chest.
my heart beats but it is just a jest.
You will find no sound from within these hollow chambers.
A fire that fans passion,
now reduced to dying ember.
I would see these ember given breath,
to set my broken soul on fire
and from the ashes of it, it shall be renewed.
...... too much Spartacus.
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