One sweet taste of you
Floods my senses with longing.
Seek me in the drums.
Do you recognize
The wisp of yourself conjured
By my wistful heart?
The limping boy waits
Now comes the button moulder
Be thyself -enough
Exotic terrain
Of ice and snow, your footprints
Haunt lands far from me.
I want to be seen
But I sink beneath the bridge
Where your eyes don't look.
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