Wildly roaming the streets of unchained preasures,
I detach my devotion from you.
Although I praise you in silence,
a memory invades my cells ever so often,
my lips chap to the humid air that caresses them
and my eyes shower my skin.
I withhold the urges, cravings, withdrawals of your tender loving.
Many hopes
many dreams
have been vanquished by your innocent betrayal,
a distrust I wish to burry
in the silence of my deception.
I long to tear the picture of your smile from my heart,
the broken record of your laugh,
the masculine hands and sensual touch,
yet I still praise you in silence.

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