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Feb 2012
You love me like a child loves the light.

You love me like a fire burning kindling;

All too bright.

You love me, plum, and now the light is falling

Should I sleep? I'd only dream

I saw you

Wakeful, love , and whispering out the door.
Written by
noah aurelia
528
   Cris R Costa and Mike Finney
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