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of me

  my sweet one

i carry you around with me always

as a piece of myself

as a thought

as the green grass growing

multiplying, spreading

as a bit that can not be forgotten

as an hour after waking

during coffee

as a bright beam of sunlight

cutting through the clouds

you’re a piece of me

a friend i can talk to when alone

an understanding

a book

  referenced, marked


  memorized, known


i breathe you as a meditation

i taste you as a fine wine

i possess you as i posses my blood

you are mine

you are mine



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