Pain:
Discharge from a weary heart
leak into private crevices.
Wet:
Your image bleed and spill
over my night garments.
Burn:
These uneasy pores on skin
breed forgotten warmth.
Loath:
Your absence soaked in the air
make this moment unbreathable.
Fatigue:
The heart wanders until
it forgets its own rhythm.
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