Desire

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You are a candy in someone else's pocket
You are a ring on someone else's finger
You are the moon to someone else's night
Even after all that, I still crave for a taste of you
For a feel of you on my finger
For your light in my dark night
I hoard treasures of my own
Treasures that match none in value
Yet I love you and only you

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