Please be to me what I would be to you if I could, if I were a possibility and not a real, live girl. Please be to me what I can never be – kind and true, a selfless piece of flesh, a spot of infinite being.
In itself, desire is selfish, concerned of wanting, wishing. But I think if I took out desire and filled it with need, you would still fill the hole up all the way until it made tiny holes in my skin and came out in different places like a smile.
:)
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