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“Nights
like these they do not speak. No word could fill the void left in
any case. All they want is to find what was once lost--love,
family, hope, happiness.
Yet the silent touches of flesh
on flesh only leave more empty spaces inside. Meaningless sex has
developed meaning; however, not the meaning either
intended.
There still are no open signs of affection, nor
will there ever be. For such displays are for those in
love--those who do not fear losing all.
And looking into
those violet (green) eyes, they try not to imagine the loss of
this as well.
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