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A love poem for no one
looking through the mirror of erised
by the ankh of angst
i look at u from afar
and i savor the look
of your liquid eyes
of your feathery soft
lips and the snug fit
of your hands between
my callused fingers.
my mind would race at
the thoughts, of the
possible thoughts of
you and i and i and u
i would sigh at that
vision and i would
dream of it often.
i would spout sonnets
write poetry and offer
a thousand prayers for
my dream cast a spell
and write your name a
thousand times until
the ink on my pen dies.
i would see myself in
the mirror and i could
almost see your eyes
your lips your hands
your face filling the
empty space beside me
filling my hunger.
my small self bursts
at this longing for
this feeling for this
torture for this moment
i die piece by piece
i weep tear by tear
i am losing myself.
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