Shrugged diluted zest
Watered down affection
Still waiting…
Undiscovered territory
Finger tip formalities
Still waiting…
Nonexistent warmth
Empty terms of endearment
Still waiting…
Through the loop of emotions
Repetition overload
Still waiting…
on you
Storm of Ink 
Each one has to decide for self, exactly how to connect, or disconnect; how to fill one’s cup or leave it empty.
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Yes exactly – you get it!
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You are so goid at conveying the feelings behind your wirds, with no explanation at all. Another great one
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Thank you Lorraine!
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I love everything about this poem! Awesome ✍️
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Thank you!
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