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I write poetry across your skin with fingertips Lightly tracing across your tattoos But you don't know that You don't know the poetry I write in the swirls my fingertips create over the skin on your back and over the skin on your chest You don't know I write poetry when I rest my hand gently over your heart, when my head is rested upon your shoulder. You don't know those are the poems I cannot put into words

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