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i get sexually frustrated just by looking at you
I’m afraid I’ll never know,
as each day falls away with another
ounce of silence hanging from
my bones and strings
from my heart knot themselves
into the ideals of what my dreams
told me was suppose to be,
and you’ll become the lingering
taste on the tip of my tongue,
the bitterness of once was
and you’ll never have an ending
but fade into an ellipsis.