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It's sort if like I crave the darkness in her eyes I see her face, her story unknown But in her presence I feel the pain of her past I feel the joy fighting through the hurt in her soul I crave her darkness Yearning for the night we share our dreams Until the sunrise begins to peak through her curtains hovering over her eyelids I feel the warmth of her company I see the held back desire in her eyes On days I don't exchange words with her i hear all of what could be said And I don't know how I feel so strongly for a stranger, and after the love I just lost, I didn't imagine myself starting down the same path It's in the sincerity of her nurturing, it's in the rawness of her tongue, it's in the darkness of her past, it's in the purity of her heart I crave her
