your leaving gave this body
its armor and its poison
glancing on every window
that might resurrect your
reflection, the night dies
of envy, as i remember the
shape and the lines
that define your face, the
flaws and atoms of
your blood that desire me
tell me how to escape the
definite plunge, of wanting
all that makes you touch,
bear and afflict me once again.
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