When I whisper to you,
do you hear what
my heart is shouting?
A limitless world
exudes the painful
recreation I loathe.
Glimpsing the berated sunshine,
I sing a silent lullaby,
willing it to fall.
Your touch sends me
spiralling into collapse of
emotion and lust.
The world ignored our plea
and shunned our woe,
but still we exist:
and I know:
With your hand in mine
I can do anything.
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