(also called "a bit sloppy but it struggled out of me")
Fill it.
Fill it.
Mocking space
Midnight room
With you
With you
Fingers, forearms
Shoulders, calves
Your chest, your breath
You
We haven’t met
But do you remember
The last time we parted?
I’m afraid I’ve forgotten
Where we promised to meet
But I’m waiting
In my
Midnight room
Mocking space.
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