Fresh Love

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Staring at the wall,

body aches to hear your call.

Silence

hard silence I stare.

Mind begins to trip,

into jealous frenzy it slips.

Silence

hard silence I stare.

Imagining the worst,

as rarely with you do I come first.

Silence

hard silence I stare.

Feeling sick the more I think,

as into the depths I start to sink.

Silence

hard silence I stare.

Then there you are outside my door,

and of the past hours I think no more.

Passion,

pure passion I wear.

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