My eyes stick to you like glue,
there’s no use,
with arms outstretched
you hold all my attention too.
Yeah, okay. I hear it.
But
I’m stranded in this depraved state,
starved for sunlight,
and helplessly captivated
by this image of you I’ve carved
into the surface of the moon.
Every night I howl for you.
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