The simple thought
Of the pressure on my chest,
Of the warmth taking over me
As someone lays upon't.
The simple thought
Of the wetness of my lips,
Of the softness caressing me
As someone kisses them.
The simple thought
Of comforting each other,
Of being their reason to live
As we lay there, cursing at the stars.
To think such simple thoughts,
It is all so lonely.
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