No matter how hard
I shout
I think
about you
— You still can’t hear
Perceive
My existence
And for that
I am
sad
and
disturbed
For how will a man function
In his daily toil
If he has no inspiration
Do you know
How hard it is
To think about you
Every second of my day?
It’s maddening
Truly maddening
Your beauty
Your essence
Your absence.
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