Sadness

Sadness
is
not
fleeting.
It
is
not
a bird,
visiting
for 
awhile
and
then
gone.
Sadness
is 
me,
it is
the
hole
that
I
inhabit.
It is
in
my
bones.
Every
cell
is 
made
of
sadness.
Every
cell
has
your
name
etched
on
it.
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