Quantity, Quality

Uninvited thoughts stay like the rains,
Hanging short of the breath,
Talk and talk, the torture remains,
felled as a tree in the woods.

A passage empties on a late train,
Salted and moist softness
for you, deep troublesome pain,
This is just for you.

Obsession and lust are drawn close,
Written on the subway walls,
Again with each contradictory dose
to fix this broken love

That crept in quiet
with uninvited thoughts.

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