i tried to imagine what it would be like
to stand facing you
beard against white skin
try to remember the smell of you
the taste of your spit
your tongue licking the side of my mouth
i physically ache / pain becomes too much
chest hurts for you
want is another word for need
to have / i want you
yet it is an impossible situation
the more i can't the more i want / need
feed on this sadness / days become daze
night becomes more than dark ness
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