the burden clings
like a small fire clings to survival,
growing and shrinking but always present.
Yearning, wondering, parasitic,
lurking in the back of the mind
eating decayed matter.
Fight the need, the obsession, the love-
yet it lingers mercilessly,
gnawing on each organ with pleasure.
Sickness overcomes the body,
happiness fades when
thoughts of the lost lover enter once again.
this fire, this small pitiful fire
burns incessantly and shall never die out.
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