you masturbate with my soul...your fingers touch the unavailability of my being...and we both go different directions...there is not love in the air and we feel lonely...devastated...despairing it is...and we even don't know why...though it is easier this way and it may work eventually...if we survive the suicide!!
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that's poetry love..just poetry
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