Awaiting
Morning
Greeting
Your whites
We search
Find nothing
Not knowing
We hide
Tempted
Touching
Amazed by
Our cries
Slow creeping
Pressing
Lazily
We drive
The motor
The trembling
Vibrating
I climb
Slide downward
Still inching
Smothering
Your smile
Breaking
The craving
The rising
Subsides
The night
Now passing
We're living
We lie
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