(Un)desire

Texture brushing desire

Inexplicable longings

The unborn dawn

Turns eyes towards

An ever-loving sun

Embrace of light and pain

Cast and greeted by darkness

Like a childhood blanket

Warm and familiar

Lie down and cry

In comfortable silence.

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