Passion seared souls,
Painful to the touch,
The words still
Hot upon our lips,
Tangential murmuring
Disguised, incoherent,
Diversion, avoidance,
Unable to speak on such
Emotions,
Now we simmer
In silence,
Just below the boiling point
Unfulfilled.
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