What is left by Yours truly
Outlying from thee can be if you must
For this affection by no means can rust
These arms hunger for touch and lust
Trust is at hand and in time we will adjust
What is left beyond these what we so called heart
All i hear is the sound of a thump, this must not rot
Steady, steady now dear
We won't subside, you're all i got
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