A want so urgent it unleashes waves of stabbing pain.
A want that started as a casual laughter, a sparkle caught in the stars.
A want so bold they thought it was a need, begging to stay and keep them company.
A want that kills, because there is nothing else I can do to alleviate the ache.
A want that ends here, on my lips, where your words were.
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