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words
it seems
are all I have –
a sigh you cannot hear
cool as ink
allowed to dry –
verses disappear

e’er such lines
seduction bear –
or meter steal my place
to claim the truth
from on my lips –
ivy robbed of lace

would I for this
my essence trade –
sweet desire to make you mine
fragile voice
a paper heart –
gives longing into
rhyme

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