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No poem can do this right.
I promise you I'm trying,
but how can these words tell you
that there's so many feelings
where words won't fit in.
Love falls short
and the word pain is too little
for this strange hunger I have
when I can't eat your lips.
It's not that I can't sleep,
or that part of me is still watching the sunset;
it's that I am wandering around it
in circles
and that no poet can point at it
without . missing