Your number etched
In the stone of my soul
421 for all that I am
You can't even see what I am
Built upon your heart speak
Your potion flows through me
The spirit no longer cold
As your drug fills me
Your love enslaving me
Dripping with desire
My heart fickle
Its shell weak
My soul just hums for you
Waiting
Longing
This is all that I am
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