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Yearning

Longing is an odd emotion,

Naturally unfulfilled, clearly so,

Often unfulfilling, never complete

And itself insignificant, like a gnat

Buzzing in your ear, strong like

A magnet on our iron entry door,

It weakens you in its pull, and

Leaves you, with a desire that

Feels like an ache, insatiable

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