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Feb 25
My heat is made to warm your cold skin,
My body designed to fit your bed.
My fingers shaped to rest in yours between
My soul can't bear to see you sad.

My poetry runs down my face like rivers,
And the verses spill onto the floor.
My devotion can’t be hidden in slivers,
And my heart longs for yours.
T
Lost Indeed
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