A Feeling

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He’d tell me of a feeling he’d get from time to time.
When-wariness would drowsily lower her shield, drunk on lethargy,
when things would grab hold a little too tightly
and the beats would become synonymous with scarcity of breath.
He’d describe it as a sorrow
and a guilt
and a regret.
A fear
and an anxiety
and the deepest passion.
It’s all of these things, he’d say, and it leaves me goddamn empty.

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