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My love, tis ill at ease to awaken so lachrymose.
It feels as though my bones may break
under the crushing weight of longing.
I am certain my chest will fracture,
to pierce my knotty heart beneath
as I roll over in my lovelorn bed.
Deeper into a formidable slumber.
One that holds me
so intimately and so coldly
that I might never ask to leave this dark enfold.
To be touched
even by a wistful gloom
is more comfort than I can refuse.
There is much room to grieve
in the snowy arms of lamentation.
For so long as I am willing to hold my breath
while I dream of your breath,
on my neck before a licentious kiss.
A fuggy remembrance of affection lay in abeyance.
Limerance lately holding me so tightly,
I can't form a collectable thought
except for this.
It's you.
Driving amorant feelings into my soul,
one thrust of your aphonic dagger at a time.
My heart whispers conflict with the object of love.
What is this chaos you've left in your hollowed place?
Limerance lately feeling
less like love and more like hate.
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