And I hope my love fills you in times of despair
Remember my touch
Let my imaginary hands caress you in my absence
Feel that?
It is our hearts
Rythimical beats yearning and pulling
Clawing and craving for more
To the brim, our cup is filled
Peripheral forgiveness,
Archaic passion
Deeper than the bottom of the sea
We push and pull
Don't break me
For I am too old for my mama to kiss my booboos.
©aokojuma
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