the leaves blew like brown curtains of rain
across my face
those lips that little but tasted of my sweetness
turned away... those lips
to look upon me would be to see my shame
how i wanted... no, how i did yearn for your gentle hand
upon my flesh
your smile upon my lips to taste my bitter loss
your eyes that dug to my depths
yet, i do not know
which is real
which is not
which is you.... now....
which is
nothing at all...
for i am not...
without you
i am nothing...
without you
iamno

manifest | covet | exhume | possess | bleed | breathe
 gaze  |  sacrifice  | writhe  |  stalk | lust | expose | intercourse

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