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Traverse the night in somnolence

and carrying a prick in my heart,

I can’t see your face for you’ve gone

into the light hands over eyes.

Can we wish it will end quickly

rather than stay loveless?  Do believe.

We are running on empty

on our way to the sea so as to melt

the souls which we keep as us, not two.

The body is plastic, discardable, and so

tunnel in and out, one not reciprocated.