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Ian Robinson
Poems
Aug 2021
Love, Puppy
I smell the steak you grilled last night,
It lingers
I feel the chills and instinct run heel to head,
Urging my forward gentle belligerence
I hear the faint disjointed breaths that take an eternity, and no time at all when you sleep
I taste the emotions that overpour from your steam engine and cap, remember to release the pressure sometimes
I see only what's in front of me, and what will be in front of me and all I see is you.
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