I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.
It’s easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
It’s safer to keep ravenous.
It’s simpler to bamboozle with silence.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:55 AM UTC
I think of you often.
In the morning, late at night,
but those thoughts go unvoiced,
the mortal touch goes unfelt.
It’s easier to keep to myself,
to avert my gaze deliberately.
It’s safer to keep ravenous.
It’s simpler to bamboozle with silence.
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