He caves in
like a doze of booze.
And then slowly,
he envelops,
acts as if in love-
with all that you have,
and softly,
without a word,
he leaves.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
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He caves in
like a doze of booze.
And then slowly,
he envelops,
acts as if in love-
with all that you have,
and softly,
without a word,
he leaves.
