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nothing here --
no chaste enigma for my yearnful scrutiny;
no cute riddle to breeze past my insatiable brow;
no paths laden with the warming embraces of youthful affection;
not even the empty terrines that once held maddened, overflowing seas.

gone is the love that once raged beneath that brow, within those once insulated, protective vessels, now surrounded by the damp decay of my tired, lonely organs.