Faustina Marie (2/2/1996 / Ontario, California)
Maybe I've become too attatched, too entraced,
I can't keep you from my consciouness,
Sleep has meandered and delayed itself
Steeping me in your abscence,
I taste your essence on the tip of my tongue,
No one else afflicts me this way,
God knows I can't stand this much longer.
Your arms wrap around me, strong and protective
Only in my memories and imaginings,
Until you are here beside me again...
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