Rachel Henley Biography

I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
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A violent flourish of love,
rushing and bursting, in veins and arteries.
Breathing life into old aching bones.
Pumping muscles with a fast paced rhythm.
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There are no thoughts I share,
My woes that are entirely my own.
I suffer from loneliness,
and it shakes me to the bone.
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Your name is lost on my lips.
Thoughts of you, written from my finger tips.
Your existence seems to be nothing to me.
To those who know me well.
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this heart knows pain,
as frequent as rain,
and harsh as snow,
wherever, whatever the weather,
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