sentimental point of view
guides intention that arrives
swelling up and left to stew
buried deep beneath disguise
hidden thoughts to carry through
cold desire grows and dies
furtive dreams that will ensue
gagging caustic inner cries
shape a space to crawl into
eager heat between your thighs
licking tainted wounds from you
stitching scars and drying eyes
craving warmth that you withdrew
i have lived so many lives
killing what i used to know
only pain is what survives

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