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never alone for long
I know I should

my skin a siren
cries at a pitch inaudible
with its deafening desire

over-licked lips
feast on their own hunger

itchy finger tips tap
rehearsing that tune
they long to play

belly aches as
underfed butterflies grow faint

my heart is at peace but
there is this other restlessness
that cares not about love

until it arrives
then the timer is set
lust loses its perfect place
till hearts break

then again alone
I should stay this way

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