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Siya Mulge May 2020
Pelagic, my mind goes when I see you
Pelagic, my breathing relates when your lips curve
Pelagic, my rollercoaster goes when your hands are on mine
Pelagic, my begula whale rides when your eyes shine
Pelagic, my bilge wings flap over when words for me at your mouth accrue
Pelagic, I become when I think of you...

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