midnight.

Strings of my veins

Attached to my heart

My body, longer in reigns

Cut apart

 

You are infatuation

Dressed in black lace and carpet burn

Each scratch is a celebration

Watching and waiting to learn

 

It’s not easy

Learning something spiritual

Exhausted yet dreamy

The sound of your voice is lyrical

 

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