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Smoke slithering out of your mouth
A serpent
Twisting about the columns of air
Curling around your lips
Weaving through your hair
Does every word come
dripping from
your mouth, immortal?

You rare oddity
Spinning me open
As if I were air on fire

How you would gather
yourself up
like you were
something irrelevant
in my presence

Oh shy but fluent bird
Tell me of what lovers bring
Tell me you were Shakespeare
Whispering in my ear

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