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the night and my expectancies are sitting comfortably in bed beside you
I prefer silence in the last arms under the blanket cold keeps my body under a hue of lonely I like to know my colour in your eyes I can not make you happy no I keep you under the moon with eyes of muse your gaze doesn't sit on my body I've gotten fat I grew old I grew in stretch marks I keep my heart in silence with teeth of paranoia in my body hope falls in love with depth the word silences his meaning in my expectancies erotically gazing you the arm doesn't seek the touch the breasts scarred in the night's rock cover the heart the thighs sit carved under werewolf's yapping half-breeds caressed by the power of being the moon watches slowly the cemented rock in the same part of the bed I sleep brought down by dreams I don't even see the gazes expectancies are holding me in androgynous arms of silence
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