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Jun 2012
Lie not to me but lie with me
upon a bed of wheat,
and feast upon my beauty
where even salt tastes sweet.

Now touch me not but touch me deep
leave prints upon my heart,
and steal my breath with kisses
tear my world apart.

Then hear me not but hear me there
within the want and ache,
as need of me arisen
steals what no theif can take.

Mine is yours if yours is mine,
not just for now but for all of time.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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