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Do you think it stopped?The yearning for your fingers against heated skin?Do I look like I have lost my feminine tensions?Do you think I have forgotten what it felt like?What any of it felt like?
Desolated
Alone
I face the pale murky water
The greenish blue reflects back at me
I am scared
And alone
I cling to small promises in my hands
Only hoping
A mere flame
