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He follows
my topography
like a disciple
tracing contour lines
seeking
heaven within
he is the rapture
his devoted hands
take me there.
Life's not laundry.
Don't separate
The colours
From the whites.
A Canadian's advice to Donald T.
I thought that
When I started to rub myself against the ground,
I would attract you.

But that was what I thought

'cause we are both
In the same charge
Pushing away

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Special Mention to The Girl Who Loves You who help me fix this one. Thank u!
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