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You plucked the flowers from my garden of despair,
Placing them gently beside my restless bed.
Nights stretch endlessly, aching for sleep's embrace,
Yet in your arms, I court the allure of death's peace.

Long have I yearned for this familiar ache,
Like a convict resigned to the guillotine's blade,
And may each frozen moment in your gaze
Reflect not just the storms I've braved,
But the depths of my soul, untamed and alive.

You reside within the chambers of my mind,
Even when the weight of your presence is fleeting,
A permanent dwelling in the corridors of thought,
In fondness, I hold you close, even now,
For I keep you within, until the very end.