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inComplete

You touched me in places
I thought cold and weak
Dead blackened embers
Never to be revived
You ignited a spark
Fed an aching hunger
Created an aching
Insatiable
Wanting
Screaming
A fire now burns
A raging heat
Scorching the wires
That connect my body electric
An unbearable weight
Now burdens my lightness
Hands clawing at the rawness
Of my open wounds
Have I been careless
In waking this need?
Asleep once upon a time
Content in my oblivion
Ignorant in my passionless bliss
Quiet
Peaceful
Innocent in the darkness
Of my not knowing…

What do I do now?
You are my
Incomplete truth…

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