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these are the days of emptiness followed by nights of more time spent in search of heartbeats to hopefully follow home I’ve lost the sensation of love the warmth of another’s hands my skin now burns from icy tears from forever closing eyes

She longs to be wished away to where the beagles roam free and flowers adorn the hair of babes A place to love, laugh and cry for happily dreaming the touching of butts

It’s not because we’re lonely and the stars are shining bright. It’s not that the reasons why can’t seem to escape my tongue. It’s for all of this and more that I long for your embrace and the gentle reassurance these nights won’t last so long

You’ll find her in the garden twirling about. Lost in her cosmos giving butterflies chase. Naming the constellations formed of fresh morning dew. Also glistening along sun kissed collarbones

These uncountable missing moments Lost memories of summer passed I spent too many without For some comfort is in family I’m always forced not to feel The not so subtle loneliness Of the seasons in between

She loves to tell her story Something of temptation Unknown fingers wandering As foreign bodies coalesce The sudden feel of steel on skin This lust is murderous Feelings of desire Bled between her thighs