Unfillable, the you shaped hole
That rots in my heart;
So cannot be whole.
Leeched-white bled, in your passing -
Mine, Lancelot-like,
Remains unhealed.
The you shaped hole, it spreads
And fills the void
Of all my dread desires - this
You shaped whole I take to bed.
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