I dream of your returning.

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

It truly is an honour to be read, feel free to share comment and tell me how much you hate my writing!

really tear it apart!!!

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It’s hard to say I miss you in all of every ways

when parted for only seconds, I become a dull-achey craze

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I miss what you are and not just represent

you validate myself, never the need to repent

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It’s not only your natural beauty

although your naked body does not know what it does too me

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and when you speak and gleefully reveal to me I’m full of shit

I can only laugh, pull your hair, it’s you I can’t resist

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When you go away as I know you must

I have to forget about the return, pretend it’s no fuss