Constant battle

Constant battle
To not be with you
To not tear your skin open
To not devour your soul
While the clock ticks tick tock
Tick tock

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Well, look at us

Well look at us,
We’re in love again.
But it’s best for you and I to lay here on this grass next to each other
and look at the sky.
We’ll probably have nothing to say, but only a few sentences when something strikes us.
We can make love voicelessly, wordlessly, exclusively, and passionately by letting our bodies and souls fulfill each other’s helpless need to feel complete, to feel befriended, understood, accepted, worshiped; to find some sort of purpose in this confusing life.
But I don’t want to be discarded by you tomorrow
And I don’t want to discard you tomorrow.

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