Life Among Dirt

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I see the back of your head.
My voice rises, yet I don't make a sound.
I dare not mention your name.
I dare not grab your attention.
For what if I am undesirable
Like a startling noise everytime you try to fall asleep?
I'd never bring myself to say it aloud,
But your name is strength and resilience,
Divine power and motivation,
But I couldn't touch your face
Because I am ever unworthy of you.
I can't think of your lips
And how their pressure and warmth must be
If I'm sure I'll never feel
Such a tender, sweet thing.

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