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Apr 2019
My eyes are fixed
upon your heart
the windows show
me only parts.

I sit about
ten feet away
to give you space
and prove I'll stay.

I do not want
to own your soul
just stay with you
'til you feel full.

And if we sit
here for a while
perhaps, in thought
you'll softly smile.
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