The depth of my thirst you quench
digging deeper and deeper
your tears fall, but float in the air between the cracks
the cracks in your heart, the cracks in your soul
your endless eyes search for a thought of my lips
the taste, the desire
your memories pulse like sunshine
undulating down on everything you come into contact with
take this knife and cut out my heart.
cut it out and replace it with yours.
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