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Dec 2020
This food you feed me
explores my deepest thirst
draws tear to a sting of eye
warm from the swell of this hollow body

I be loved to you
and you be loved to I
one voice
one singer
one sung

no skin to separate
sleeps awake

a love not taken
creates another
such a love I be to you
as you be to I
my love
my light

my soul maker
Orakhal
Written by
Orakhal
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   Bogdan Dragos
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