The Urge

Sometimes I want you more than other times
Most of the times it’s when I can’t have you
At the end of my hand
Within the reach of my arms
Around those several concealing walls
With those shimmering curtains
That witness what we behold within
And also the music that we create
The undiscovered tunes
That shall go with us on our deathbeds
And stories of our union
That shall never be told.
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