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Sep 2013
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I've come to learn that I Yearn to burn inside.
More so than your Blush burns in Light.

Love, Lift me Off my feet.
Lust, Lean me Forward softly.

I hold your face,
A glass I could never break.

And I Pull you in.
As I'd do; Then, and Again.

Because I am a Kite.
With you,

My Ecstasy.
This is one of my favorite older poems.
I recently transcribed it to fit my modern mood.
Jack Savage
Written by
Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
(26/Wolf Bay)   
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