The lucky guy,
The shooting star.
The one I like,
The one by far.
My body aches just for him,
Itching for his every touch.
Numbness as I hear his voice,
Throbbing rough for his lasting love.
Oh dear, where'st you be?
My tongue lingered,
My legs, for you, apart.
He who exists not.
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