sleepless embraces silent defacing our wilted ends and tenderness. privately crying, quiet, applying blush on putrescence. murmurring, murmurring 'you are mine.' pining, dying, hushing lust. rabidly dabbling in fragile fantasies,Β Β huffing tar stuff borrowed from tomorrow! shush. please. these feeble obscenities eat me to sleep: you wear me down like a river but i don't get smoother i just get thinner