ERASURE


Every moment fleeting

Every dance, the last

Every kiss, unsatisfying

And every morning, the erasure of you

 

Every moment precious

Every second counting

Every lingering look, stabbing

Because the morning brings erasure of you

 

Everyday, the cravings

Every dream has you

Every other world it would be you

But in the morning, I welcome the erasure of you.

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