Softly in the Dark

I think of you

The book falls from my hand

I cannot move

I hear it falling for so long

One, two, three, four seconds

I flinch as it hits the ground

Though the sound is muffled in my ears

I stand in a trance

Breathing softly

Pain in my head

You I gaze upon

But you I hate

My blood is surging through me

I scorn you but I want you

Breathing softly in the dark.

The End

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