Recycling Old Poetry Because I don’t Know What to Say

Depressing Poetry No. 13PleaseCome a little bit closerPleaseLet me see your eyesYour lipsYour smileYour hairYour handsEvery lineEvery creaseEtched into youLet me see the detailsI’ve noticed for so longLet me touch what I’ve been wanting for foreverLet me feelTouchSeeYou.Everything about you.So I can remember.For after you go.Please.

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