The Taste of the Floor

The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin

That leaves me in oceans of my soul

Without a shore.So alone,

So we'll hold

Those barren bodies

Beret of any soul

To get back what

The "middle of the nights" stole:

The forgotten feeling of feeling whole.But the loneliness

Of our togetherness

Creates an empty nest

For the emptiness

Freezing in this chest.

So can you make me feel good?

Me me feel complete?

Help me return to a dream of a love

Worth more than

Dirt and meat.

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