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Apr 2016
Touch me,
like the quiver of my body
is a lyre that you must strum.
Speak to me,
like my voice is a psalm
you've never heard.
Kiss me,
like you're a desert wanderer
and my lips an oasis.
Love me,
like your heart is a wardrum
that will thunder
        without
                me.
Beau Scorgie
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Beau Scorgie
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       Poet kiri, DivineDao and KathleenAMaloney
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