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It's you that I'm bleeding from the wounds of my soul;
it's you that I'm breathing without sense of control; it's you that I'm dreaming with my eyes opened wide, it's you that I picture when I close them at night; it's you that I fear to tear down my whole world; it's you that I'm drawn to like a ship in a swirl. It's you that I sip with insatiable thirst, it's you that I keep as my last thought and first. It's you that I taste in a sweet-bitter bite, it's you that I find when I'm searching inside. It's you that I steal from, the hope of one spark; it's you that I light to scatter my dark; it's you that I imprison in the dungeon of me, it's you that I chain and throw down the key. It's you that I enjoy when enduring this pain, it's you that I engrave in my heart with my brain. It's you that I lust for in unearthly bliss, it's you that I dive into for the spell of ONE kiss. It's you that I see wherever I look, it's you that I read when I open a book, it's you that I hear when I listen a song, it's you that I know you're the righteous wrong, it's you that I feel in all moments of doubt, it's you that I write this poem about. It's you that I say yes to; it's you that says no. It's you that I have...in the end...to let go.
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