Again in that voice The one that sends shivers Past my bones And let's despise run through my veins The voice of the leech says to me That I am missed. But what do you miss? It's not me It's the hunger I cure And the object you cling to. The piece that completes you As long as you take the hammer And pound it into the puzzle's space. The all obvious reason The one between our legs. That's what is missed, Not me, Just my purposes.Birth sign: Gemini
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