Desire's
lonely
Speech rolls
Empty groans
Asleep under the growing moon
Eyes stripped of the stars' light
Dreams dying with every snore
Turning hours rolling on their backs
And mine hurts sinking deeper into the couch
Had a terrible sweat, wiped it down
Evening's blanket
Dirty and drenched
Imbued by thought
I swear
I sweat enough
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