Propaganda

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To miss you says nothing of my soul.
To feel so lost, and have no control.
The ache that spreads through hand and head
Heart beat radical, the spirit's dead.
I can't see a scene of skin to skin
My eyes can't handle another's sin.
Lips on lips give tears to my eyes,
Just the snow gives reason to cry.
I need what words cannot describe,
a place within you, a place to hide.
A reconvergence of our minds,
An open heart with love confined.