After 2
I'm most interesting
in the darkest parts
of my heart.
After the two a.m.
And before the light
Of day crosses the bed.
Were the pain and the love meet.
Where your skin
Brushes gently
Still leaving goosebumps
And small shivers
to consume me.
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