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will i take you back maybe when you’re on the ground crying begging kneeling to the stars to spark one more time maybe when you’re on the bed crying begging howling to the moon so the sun can rise up sooner maybe when i sing i have to go maybe when you beg the way …

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v

the warmth she produces when we touch ignites a heat of a thousand fires ©2017 Quiyet Brul

ii

before anything else you need to know that i wrote this for you for you and only you–– they will not get it; you are these words ©2017, Quiyet Brul

i

margarette, i know you asked to have some time alone by and for yourself, but i am selfish. and i need you because i fucking love you, and i feel so empty without you. i learned to love myself when i started loving you. more and more. but i feel like i’ve fallen into a …

drought

i miss you the way summer misses rain a desert in drought still waiting sparsely halting a vast land begging for you to come © 2017, Quiyet Brul

daily routine

I want to be lulled by the melody of your snore feel the cold damp of your drool on the pillow the warmth of your arms around my tiny waist wake up to the kisses you plant on my cheek then make some eggs and bacon and sausages and drink coffee or tea or just …

touch

The touch of your hands so soft and gentle constantly remind me that you're real ©2017, Quiyet Brul