Long unyielding nights
Soggy sodden memories
Untouched, cold latte mugs
Soggy sodden memories
Untouched, cold latte mugs
Whiff of breath
Half opened lips
Stinging little moist
Half opened lips
Stinging little moist
A noise, in that obscure corner?
Shadows of few dreams
Whispers of few laugh
Murmur of few tears
Whispers of few laugh
Murmur of few tears
And yet, the emptiness…?
Clouded moon
Blurred thought
Misted vision
Blurred thought
Misted vision
Did you want to say something?
A little sleepy
A little wakeful
A little glazed
Were those eyes washed with my name?
A little wakeful
A little glazed
Were those eyes washed with my name?
Dusk of desires
Receding…
Receding…
And yet, the longing…?
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