Flatlined

It just kills me,
and I feel flatlined,
even though
my veins still ache
with the
want of life,
and how I search
the crowds
for that familiar face
just to feel again
alive,
and when I see him,
oh, how the color
will come rushing back
and fast
into my cheeks.

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