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Your pulse is racing
In those empty days
When lives are one
But now intertwined
When her caress grows cold
And still she waits
For the day
She can call this 'love'
This child is your creation
Your fading passion marked by wounds
Mother turned her back
And fell from within
This void she must endure
Those feverish nights
Drenched in tears and sweat
She cries;
'I see no better way out than to die'
