every night i empty my heart but by morning it's full again slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress The caresses of water dripping into the night at dawn i overflow with thoughs of us and aching pleasure that gives me no respite love cannot be contained the Neat packaging of desire splits asunder, the thoughts that were full and full were torn apart, spilling crimson through my days a fingerprint, trying to address the fingerprint you left behind a scent, a breath you left behind
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