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This is longing, a hollow space,
Where echoes whisper of your face.
A phantom touch, a memory's sting,
The silent ache, that time won't bring.
A barren branch, against the moon,
A whispered name, a fading tune.
The empty chair, where you would sit,
A missing piece, that doesn't fit.
The world moves on, in vibrant hues,
But my heart stays, with absent views.
A constant yearning, deep inside,
Where only your presence can reside.
This is longing, a heavy weight,
A love unreturned, sealed by fate.
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Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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