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I’m so desperate it’s disgusting
Incredible
Are your eyes
And your face between my thighs
Take me where we can hide and ride and fight and lose sight of all the things you fail to tell me
Always doing something wrong
Always looking for another high
And you won't entertain me
I don't understand myself.
And for once,
I think that's ok.
Because I love you, and you love me, and that's enough.
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Last night I kissed you
The only place it could ever happen
In a dream
Only once,
But then once again,
It's a dance
That will end in vain.
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
cyrene
eyes.
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
cyrene
They say the eyes are the doors to one's soul.
What if the soul is never present?

Is the door shut?
Can it be opened?

Or will it be undiscovered forever?

We will ever know.
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