Under the Weight of Desire

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Under the weight of desire, my soul collapses,
The heavy silences, the gazes that probe.
Every thought of you is an incandescent flame,
Burning softly, but always present.

Your absence is a cry that tears the night,
A love suspended, a dream that escapes.
Hearts break when hope is lost,
But in the pain, a universe is born.

Ephemeral love, endless love,
Your image dances, like a path.
Lost in the shadows, I search for your gaze,
Wandering in love, under the weight of chance.

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