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Alone//only alone
As she
The unsung everything
Breathes heavy, into a dirty pillow
And when she allows her head to finally rest,
Swears she can feel his heartbeat through the mattress
Swears she can feel him reaching out to her, and her sweaty, broken, palm.
 
But only in dreams,
Only in blurry visions.
Laced not with reality,
But hypnotizing illusion.
 
A feeling so soft and beautiful
So rare and unspoken
It dissipates before she can bottle it.
 
These are the things given quickly
They are not meant to last.
They are not here to sustain,
Only to tempt,
And to torture.