I didn't desire much
I didn't even really hope
It was barely a habit
And certainly just an impulse

I chose to walk past
Closer than one would consider
Was it your scent,
I hoped to catch

Or maybe your gaze,
To grab a hold of me.
It was a whim I couldn't hate
But an act I should forget

Unbearable thirst chains me
I walk in circles
I crave for you
I doubt you know
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