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Questions in the night

Products of my insomnia

I lie here,
Thinking of how much longer I have,
How each breath could be my shallow last,
And each line, my dying declaration.
 
I’ve known no product of love,
For I am a lonely child,
The one who walks in innocence,
For I am the only one.
 
I wait for the day I feel lips against mine,
The day I can finally know the feeling of love,
Though I fear I’m fading,
Into the grave so deeply dug.
 
So as my breaths grow ever shallow,
Send me off with my one dying wish,
That I may prolong the crimson in my lips,
And finally know the thing called love.

(2014)

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