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A hole bleeds in my chest. Missing an organ, Which now resides with you. Across untold distance, In climes unknown, It beats an echo to yours. Nearby, my body wanders, Empty and aimless, Seeking the piece it is missing. In your presence I found comfort; In your voice I found love; In your company I found home. Now I've found grief, I have discovered isolation, I am itinerant. Alone I will rove Until I find my missing part, And with it you. Or be lost forever; For what use have I of a heart, Without you near?