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by lauren atkinson


sometimes
I crave only
For the way
One possibly could
Look at me
Desirable
Whether impassioned
Or informed
Or really
Just any way;
Even drunk
Or high
(Or on high)
Or it’s you…
Disillusioned, you:
So perfectly into
(Somehow)
Everything I do.

I will never try…
No,
I won’t:

I won’t explain or
Understand
Because everything
About this just feels

right,

ok.