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I pray you’ll wake up in the dead of the night

drenched in cold sweat with hammering heart

haunted by lingering unfulfilled desire and my name at the tip of your tongue

over and over and over again.

 

 

– as I do you

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An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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