Poem I

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your blood tastes like syrup
i drank it all yesterday

i wish i could see above your walls
i would stay quiet and let you say

your voice sounds like thunders
but your tones were like mine

you would stand hard jaw on my shoulder
smile demure pleasure and close your eyes

you seem to dream about lying with flowers
you breathe and whisper away a piece of my soul

my heart does not beat in seconds but hours
i could not fit inside myself with so much of you to love



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