With you comes a myriad of sensations
Warm bubbles form in my chest,
My skin tingles and burns at your touch.
My mind throbs trying to forget your name.
You're like an epoxy; you're stuck.
Cemented to me like asphalt to the road;
Over time you corrode, but you're never fully gone.
Always somehow replaced, always somehow there.
You're like a sphere, well rounded,
But no distinct beginning nor end.
Instead your mind is an aimless infinity,
A cluster of senseless babble, floating around a nothingness.
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