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Feb 2011
I flow through you
inside and out of you
filling my cup with the
totality of your passion

through the wishing well
of devotion
I am captured.

Flying as if I was made
of airplane metal
My
song is your name and
my dream is your hand

holding mine, an echo
of my love for you

I flow inside and out of
your silence
around and about your
words

Every song I hear
somehow is a vision
of you

Intoxicated
I feel as if every
wine bottle on the planet
has filled me

I am full
no room for anyone else
no desire to be with
any other woman

I flow through you
inside and out of you
and in very way
you surround me
Written by
Tanakar
477
     Weeping willow
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