I burn, I pine, I perish
truer words were never spoken
I burn, passionately smoldering
for a look, a touch, a taste
I've never had the fortune of knowing
I pine, aspire to be
one of those things
you hold tenderly
I perish, lose breath and sleep
aching at the thought of you
dead among the weight of unrest
But those words
they lack
can't capture the loathing
of
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