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My battery is dead,
in a grey and cold world,
searching for a golden light
to illuminate my detour.
The hours pass slowly
like shadows on the ground,
my strength is absent,
my heart, a sleeplessness.
I long for connection,
an embrace that awakens
the spark within me,
the flame that won't bite.
I need a charge,
a laugh that's contagious,
a whisper that intoxicates me
and takes me to another landscape.