you're just used to me
this isn't at all
what i thought we were
going to be
cuddling in bed
the feeling is dead
"i love you"
only said in the head
good night kiss
what i miss
the passion and moaning
now it's come to this
dusty dry arid plain
nothing left but human stain
what was once
naked sore rugged love
now just rolling over
to sleep
good night, darling
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