Empath In flames
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It’s a cold winter’s morn,
I awoke last night from a terrifying dream.
I dreamt you did not love me anymore.
I Slept awake, drowning in a river of my tears.
My adjacent limbs are frozen, My breath creates an
Abstract image of the state I emboss.
This coffee is my only form of warmth.
As I think about this vivid sense of departure,