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Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.

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Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.
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I am my own universe.
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Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.
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I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.
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Shades of black intertwined in my being I try to see in color but darkness is all I’m seeing.
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