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like a beer,
hard to swallow,
amber bittersweet,
warming my blood.
the lips of my
love
are numb.
not quite tingling.
not quite cold.
just searching.
scenting;
your aura through my tongue
but its not enough
just this breath
of you
leaves me starving
and anxious
the w/hole
in the bottle
where our thoughts bleed together
(only in this place)
leaks my secret tears
into reality
tearing off the veil
i will stand alone in you
drowning
in one another
all tangled lips
and grasping hands
we realize we were never alone...
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