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In the cold, dark I sit, Bereft of your warmth. Assailed by cacophonic din, Without your buffer. I am shattered. Black secrets descend upon my dreams And chase sleep from my bed; As swift as the purple night And as uncaring as the wine-dark sea. My mind drifts to you, Lying in the half-world of sedation, Body pierced through With vines of plastic and wire. Discordant melodies surround you, My heart keeping distant time, While shades strive to Make whole what is broken. Though it hurts, I keep vigil, Me in my hell, you in yours, Until your sweet voice sounds And we reunite in dreams less dire.