Love?
I gaze your silence as a requiem
I know that I can not feast in your arms
taste your lips
touch your body, feel the warmth of your arms
Tired of trying, and failing to
prefer to live in illusion
you can still exist
Óh love-pain that consumes me more and more and more every time
languid gluttony as languid that I lack courage
to say
I love you?
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