I want to tell you about the longing in my bones the way it whimpers in the night the way it keeps me up, whispering for you there is a reaching that races beneath my skin— when the world quiets, when the sun is in slumber I try to keep up with the river there, I try to devour the air that hasn't touched your skin in years I try to ride the current that doesn't feel like your current, your touch I want to tell you about the longing in my veins I want to tell you— come back to me so that I can tell you
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