This voice is weak
And withered in warm
Dark places that silence
Makes and boredom despairs.
Love is in the worst
Parts that fire gives
And passion takes without
Another needless name.
Nothing is ever as small
As it seems in words
Of discomfort or terrible
Screams of loneliness bared.
So give the floor your
Knees like its begged for
With pleas of love through
Violent and passionate greed.
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