She
She cooks up my thoughts
in the middle of the night.
I sweat with fear and hope,
that I might not cope
without her.
She flavours my dreams
in the middle of the day.
I take images with me,
and audio clips hit me
without her.
She fuels my actions
in the twilight of life.
I bleed with unused love
that I can't be a part of
without her.
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