When you struggle as this,
And I am bound to hurt out of love,
Or in love
and an adoration for indifference,
Would you heal the speech that 
burnt in your absence of thought.
This is not what you expected but
perhaps her lips upon your cheek
could remedy this fire
that I am in and you are
in with her like an ocean
deep and dark and real.

The End

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