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every night，i empty my heart
but by morning,it's full again
slowly,droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress
at dawn,i overflew with thoughts of us and aching pleasure that gives me no respite
love can not be contained
the neat package of desair splits asunder，spilling crimson through my days
Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.
but by morning,it's full again
slowly,droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress
at dawn,i overflew with thoughts of us and aching pleasure that gives me no respite
love can not be contained
the neat package of desair splits asunder，spilling crimson through my days
Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.
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