Revolving ghosts
separating mind from flesh:
a welcomed ritual.
Now dance!,
consume my thoughts
just a little more.
Leave no room for doubt.
Ignite my misery,
call it a wash.
Our insatiable lovelust,
never enough.
Every iteration
is still just you.
Antithetical reactions boast
disappointing egoic revivals.
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