What does one do when their most dangerous temptation is dead?
So late at night when you are drunk and your boundaries are lax, who do you call?
Who do you crave?
Crave the man made of ash in the box on your shelf?
It has been years now, YEARS I can say and yet, I still wait for a person to tempt me beyond my bedroom walls. Someone to push my boundaries, someone to scare me just enough, but not too much.
Such a tight balance to walk, such a hard limit to live up too.
I have no hope, but still I dream of a past that once was, and future never to be.
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