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In sheets and stone
presently wrapped up
nice and tightly tucked in:

A close embrace
of the earth

Play mountain- with the
hill a slide- the slide
a hill and the swing

Drawn up on all corners:
the equating shift
of gravity and the
Your fingertips
lift up my lips
at the corners

But I smile
because I want to,
I smiled before I
met you

It shakes my little
soul to be with
you, and

I'd smile because
you want to,
I smile because
I want to
Van gogh said
there's no orange
without blue

My bed says
there's no sleep
without you
Gayest **** I ever wrote, bae don't read this  its embarrassing

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