It grows without a name
The neck begs for breath
the body for weight
The skin I wear for other skin.
I miss a man I've never met
Enigma, I've yet
to
Physically approach
You.
A kindred heart,
A pleasing one
With peace
Would you question
my affection from afar?
(He does not know)
planted between back blades,
spreading at a pulse
A Beautiful anomaly abides
(She wants only him by her side)
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