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5d
I cannot possibly sleep,
when you are shepherding the sheep I count.
When the sun sets because of your will.
When the earth itself would rebel for the crease of your lips.

Do not expect me to move,
when your soul has shocked me to stillness.
So like the moon I am stuck in this orbit
static and desperate around you.

I am frozen, in a constant state of waiting
while you dance and giggle at my fate.
You poke me then flee from the fire,
while I burn and wish I could taste the
adrenaline in your breath.
-nt
an anguished lover suffering under the weight of their intense β€”yet ultimately meaninglessβ€” feelings as the other teases and taunts.
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enty
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