To what do I owe
This absence of flavor
Could it be that I have lost my taste
My faith that I will be here tomorrow
There is another low
One I have never known
My hand still feels so I must be there
My heart beats still so I should still feel
Yet reality's pleasantries
Do not include me in their reserve
Is it presumptuous to say I am
No longer apart of this earth
But tonight I will march where this
bolding feeling of absence
reigns supreme ~ I dream
That I am real, If real ever was
If only because pleasure and fancy
had forgotten us
phililup Community Member 
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