I pretend to not want hearts
To not belong to another's; meshing fleshy parts
But who am I fooling?
Meanwhile my tears are pooling
I hold my own hand
Secretly desiring whispers; lying in some sand
Lie down with me; stay
Unknown lover to meet you I still pray
I keep up the front;
so don't think I will ever admit to my deeper want.
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