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Alien Spit

I am nothing...

No wind to the hills,

No sunlight to a flower,

I am nothing to anything.


No whisper to an ear,

No chills to the skin,

Nothing for anyone,

Nothing to be undone.


I am no ones lover,

I am no ones want.

I am a viewer of ghosts,

And forever she will haunt.


Not a twinkle in an eye,

Not a thought in the night,

Not an orgasmic wonder,

Only a wishful lie.


No thoughts of another,

No breath of fresh air,

No life without her,

I am a burden to care.


No noise in the open,

No hush in my mind,

No scent leftover,

I am the stamp in time.

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