It won't do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
It won't do
to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true
I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
these things begin
But I don't know
how I would live with myself
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go
So goodbye
sweet appetite
no single bite
could satisfy
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