We Become One/I Hate Myself.

Empty swings legs; I am
Lost in wild wilderness; sleep’s
Easy to circumvent but 
I love you.

Was/were/where nightmares past when
Last summer’s breath last breath
Breathed on me so deep;
Standard to allow myself
To love those who are not
Of anyhing in my mind but wanting in soul and body and the need to have any kind of spark with anyone.

No friends take away the feeling of loneliness I have here, like no one
Else can understand me. The few who do (of similar cultural background) tend for the
Magic of understanding our similarities. The extent to love,
Who’s role played excellently, does not pretend itself
To me. You are the missing link, last piece of
Puzzle I want you for myself. But almost three months
Gone since words were between us. I love you.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

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