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crease of lips grown loud in smile

you:
crease of lips grown loud in smile,
wing’ed light of breeze in still,
thief of thought forgiven and forgiving more;
fall to me,
laugh to me,
be with me;
may these hands be but lovers of your skin,
may these lips be but strummings of your breath,
may these words be but servants of your energy..

chop
every word every breath

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