The One Thing...

February 3, 2016

What purpose to life can there be?

If you were to stray far from me?

Despite your ways of cruelty and greed,

Abandon me in time of need,

To escape from my hollow husk,

My entity would turn to dust,

For it is clear, I cannot part,

With my emotions, nor my heart.

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