If I Knew Your Name

Something tells me

You were meant to be a writer,

But could only be a drunk

.

We’ve never seen each other, 

But I want my eyes to pierce

Whatever is there in your irises

.

My inner cravings are scary; my soul

Is always starving.

I want to get closer, but my heart

Is nowhere to be found

.

ML

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