Less gentle, more slow
A touch as delicate as it is final
I watched my skin crawl away
From my touch, felt the hollowness
The ignorance of the inside
You have the power to unmake me
Softly, humming apocalypse
More than a kiss, more than a thought
I have laughed with you, razor-sharp tongue
I have looked for a pulse
But if you left me, even for a night
I would crumble in waiting
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