Desire Drum Beats.

I hear the echo of what was beating in my soul.

Angst o f loneliness pang against my heart with beating to the rhythm of desire.

Where will my desire meet my longing?

From where will my hand find mirrored mate.

My longing find solace.

My empty find fill.

My lips find touch.

My finds We.

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