Unshakable, Unquenchable.
I’m burning with passion inside to hold you to have you to know you; I obsess.
You are my focal point; you are the eye to my needle.
You’re the change in my pocket that I’m fumbling for.
You’re the wasted thought, which stole my moment; you’re the taste that my mouth cannot rid.
I chew some gum, suck on a mint, I drink another glass, and then I gargle a bit. I look in the mirror and splash a cool flash to my brow. I gather myself for a moment, eyes focused on me.
No where have I placed that 3.99 Rosary.
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