ode to oh, shun

she rushes to greet me with a thousand caresses,
cacophany of voices ask me where i've been,
and i leave unanswered her thousand mock guesses
cuz i'm losing myself in her embrace again.

as i explain why i have not come to see her,
her sweet, delicate touch begins to recede,
and she leaves the salty tear trail of demeter,
through which i can sense her own lonliness breed.

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