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The nights you read from Keats
Undressed and on my knees
Calling upon divinity
Swallowing your words rhythmically
I tremble beneath your unrepentant words
Your hand wrapped neatly in my hair
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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