yearning

oh god,

is there nothing here

but this emptiness

this endless aching

constant searching

ceaseless yearning

relentless discontent

is there nothing here

that satisfies?

oh how my soul hungers

for your touch

nay, love

it yearns

for any touch at all

which will provide

some sense of meaning

to this meaningless existence

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