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Jul 2018
Fourteen nights and days of yearning
Your peach flavoured lips, I'm craving
Endless staring contest
My curious mind, I oppressed
My ears detects your calling

Your whispering voice was frowning
My hand clutched on the phone
Fastened words, you're keeping
The skies began to groan
You part your lips, unleashing
But a missus stepped and moaned
''Darling, who is calling?''
And I swallowed the unknown

Missed sunsets, my regrets
Unsteady, drunken in tragic pain
As another staring contest began
Impulsing tears rolled from the flames
My forsaken lips smiled, so bland
I sealed my eyes, I wished in vain
Please, please, please, again
Please call me by your name
Another old copy of a poem from my past self
Anne
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