An Untitled Ode About You

My thoughts are racing,

Time has me chasing,

Still, I sit here debasing myself.

All for you. What do you do?

Before I even come to,

You kiss me on the lips,

Barely even say adieu.

I hate you.

But then I smell your shampoo,

skin encased in bone and sinew.

And my love begins anew.



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