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Alien Spit
I am nothing...
No wind to the hills,
No sunlight to a flower,
I am nothing to anything.
No whisper to an ear,
No chills to the skin,
Nothing for anyone,
Nothing to be undone.
I am no ones lover,
I am no ones want.
I am a viewer of ghosts,
And forever she will haunt.
Not a twinkle in an eye,
Not a thought in the night,
Not an orgasmic wonder,
Only a wishful lie.
No thoughts of another,
No breath of fresh air,
No life without her,
I am a burden to care.
No noise in the open,
No hush in my mind,
No scent leftover,
I am the stamp in time.
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