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we are more than sinew;
i think of you constantly,
how we are of botany
the study of things that grow together

as i entwine with you
you call my name audibly,
my blush is my honesty
you say my freckled skin is feather soft

and i believe you because i always will
and i'll relieve you til you are fulfilled
until the spinning earth has stopped
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