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Every night I write,
I pass the days with my pen,
hand in hand,
as it writes on blank paper,
as it fills the void of your absence,
Lover that is absent,
Lover that has filled me,
That has revitalized my soul,
my body, and my mind.
Every night I write, so that I may never forget

you,
so that I may always hold you,
whether with the marks of my pen,
or through the inner recesses of my mind,
Lover you will always have marked a spot in me,
That has traced and has been imprinted deep within

my soul,
Lover the fire you have sparked in me,
The warmth in me,
Every night I write,
So no matter where I am,
whether on the cold eve of winter,
or the sweltering sun of summer,
the quiet rain
the disquiet thunder storm,
Every night through the eons do I write,
to forever hold you,
to forever keep you,
and this way,
this way that I write,
is to keep peace with myself,
and to keep loving you,
Every night I write, so that I,
am never absent from you.