eyes wide
with nothing
inside
longing
for a
touch
even
just a
brush
crush
me
with
love
crush
me
with
that
syrup
that
coats
my throat
that
flavors
everything
with sweet
flavors
that make
me come
into being
bring me
to life
bright
like that
moon
in
the
cold
December
night
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