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17-sept/2025

  • Writer: Jonathon Tonioli
    Jonathon Tonioli
  • Sep 17
  • 1 min read

Longing itches at my chest

Urning reaches though an empty pit

Lost in utter ache


The mind seeks to fill

This vacant hole

With simple lusty comfort


There is no sating

The tormented beast

Of my hurting soul.

 
 
 

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