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My dreams, my fantasies of truth
Of that slow rising, forever burn of that kiss
Fade distantly to a process of scenic--- but forgetful moments
Tainted by all the misgivings

So sexually
Conversationally
stimulated

But it's the compassion, companionship that I bleed for
that I cry for
that I burn for
that I'd die for

The warmth of a friend
The touch of a lover
The sound of another