Too, I, I, Too

too many thoughts seem
to seep around through my mind
as day carries on

i cant find the time;
and all that i want is to
feel your sweet embrace

i hurt everywhere,
my body now a chalice
for your passion-play

too many words now
that escape my busy mouth;
nothing is simple

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