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My skin trembles sometimes
Every movement seems off
An emptiness seems to chime
Its as if I can't bare my own love
As if without your touch sublime
I am the nothing to your holy dove
The space it flies into
Instead of inhabiting it fully of
A void, an abyss, a tare inbetween
Then I try to find the meaning and I'm
Left with many questions
Dreams surely explain
But the more I look the harder
It is to place the blame