Unrequited

Some days it’s hard.
Some days it’s harder.
The void is all there is.
What others read then
Writhe with pleasure
Only reminds. Reinforces.
Moans never heard.
Touches never felt. 
The songs to never sing.
What awoke should have not,
But stayed in slumber’s state
Until the long night came to call.

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