#KL

She held me in high regard

As a servant his Master

Love flowed, I could breathe under water

She was my heart beat

My deepest vein

she was the thread that held my heart together

My life link

that faded overnight

Like a steam from a boiling pot

she fizzled into thin air

leaving me with a sack of feelings

A sack that I have failed to lift

And it sucks as hell.

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