It touched my heart but not my soul.
I felt it's hunger
But it died yearning, not reaching it's goal.
It fed on me all through the night
But dawn saw my eyes open
Blinded, overcome by sight.
I try to find words
To speak of feelings I don't trust,
But what's the point of listening
If tomorrow I'm dust?
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