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I can't be your light
your anchor
your sun

If I go much longer,
black ink
starts to run

And yet,
doves above
singing faith and trust

but blinded am I
by the strong
hold of lust
A poem a day keeps depression away, amirite? Haha...
Dancing honeybees
would understand my desire
when I kiss your lips
xoxo
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