To Yearn

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I feel like a wannabe

an empty shell, a hollow tree

Dying inside, rotting away

I want to laugh blissfully 

to be consumed with love and longing totally 

to be embraced by the warmth of it all

I simply want to feel

to feel 

I yearn to be real

I want to look Love in the face

and demand for it to take its place 

Inside of me.

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