kerosene

my blood is kerosene with din,
my soul screams out for love;

the longing twined up my liver,
spleen got curled into my ribs;

your scent walks thru my veins,
maddening my navel, inciting it;

my shadow, dehydrated, howls
as my eyes and lips feel so, too;

even the hope, frank·ly, it hums
to me, [your mood is my mood]


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