when want becomes the ache to be wanted
mywrds: the hollow echoof empty spacespace that should be filledwith youoh that ache so deepwithin my bonesthat ache for your fingersto press againstto circle roundto take holdof meoh that ache that throbsso deepfor your lipsto press their caseoh that achethat comes againfor you to want mefor you to wantme Love this.
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