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There is a place for despair, I guess. But it stays only your despaire until you can learn get out of yourself and look around. Replace all your I's and Me's with she or you.

okay I had some advice but I'll just rewrite it how I'd do it:
Lingering and longing have now swallowed me whole./
The teeth of emptiness no longer press against my soul.
Our endless lazy days of frolick are gone/
With the pleasant haze of youth/
That was taken from my song.

By wash, did you mean watercolour or ink? If so it wasn't clear.

I hate the airport, but the valium should start kickin in any time nowt

I like the "languid lazy days," but the poems rhyme, along with the other, weaker images (i.e. ache of emptiness, grip/soul) ultimately tie the poem down in cliche.

nice