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I long for combat,
The feeling of gore and battle,
The crushing of bone and sinew.

I long for the rain,
The comfort of the warmth of coldness,
The sight of cooling embers.

I long for the sun,
The soothing rays of heaven,
The bright blessed morning.

I long for laughter,
The lightening of the heart’s load,
The waves of ecstasy.

I long for darkness,
The enveloping of uncertainty,
The glorious night.

I long for her love,
The warmth of her presence
And everything about her.

I long for so many things and more.
Yet they long not for me.

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