Searching for a sensation,
something that will last- a warm memory
to withstand the cold distant past.
Yet this is the known;
warm bodies apart
fantasies unfulfilled
a jagged edge through
an already broken heart.
Self-pity evolved through
self pleasure, only
until the aching
realization of desperate loneliness
settles in
And the desire
to feel is starving
once again.
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