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I am obsessed with you.
Or rather the idea of you,
but really,
just
you,
and the way you stare fixated on the empty air,
and the emptiness o..
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your morning voice
is like poison
to my sanity.
the words you
breathe at 2AM
make my bones tremble
like Moses on Mount Sinai,
while God spo..
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