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I love being in your lap
And feeling you rise
to my occasion
I would love if when I asked someone “What’s the occasion?” They simply responded with “you”
He writes so fervently
Words and letters
Chimes and rhymes
A madness escaping through the pen
Cascading thoughts and paper
Burying him alive
Magic
Is
Believing

Nothing more
Nothing less
And everything in between
Just because something is true for me
Does not make it true for anyone else
I am not the possible thing

I’m the impossible thing
I do hereby slalomly promise
to always tell the truth
at break next speeds
no matter the curves I’m thrown
There’s this slow desperation
A thirst
This ******* need
to have you on me
In me
My body like rolling waves
Under your hands
Guiding them like driftwood
To my shore
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