Angel,
Missing you?
painful it is!
like a needle
under the skin,
painful it is!
like the scourging
sun at noon,
when sweats break
and bodies cringe
to damnations
of thirst and want,
painful it is!
Though missing
You isn't losing
You,
Painful as it is,
I call my pains
To calm
Strongly believing
It shall be well
With our souls,
One day, yes,
One day!
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