i run my fingertips on my lips, let the skin spread, the more sensitive folds
pulsating musical notes let them hover, sensation lingers in memory
eyelids heavier than the morning
hands controlling emotions, under the blanket muscles tense up to the throat,
forsaken corridors newly found, pull a pillow rest the head, close the eyes
form ideas into droplets, let them fall one by one to the floor, seep through bedsheets, whispering
of nothingness a blank i desire moan out the silence, in orchestrated ruptures it arrives, spreads, digs and wells up the inside
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