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Whats left?
Whats Left?
Written across my left thigh
faceless love blooms crimson
the near and dear to my heart
bleeding like water flowing from a faucet
a constant consuming desire
burning like rage under the skin.
Whats left?
That faceless name
but more meaning than any other.
Love? It's meaningless
a mere word not enough to describe it.
Whats left?
The feelings
more physical than emotional
an ache
all consuming in nature
like fire to powder
waiting to ignite my spirit.
So tell me whats left to want when you have it all?
Only everything.
Me and my everything.
