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A short ode to my lover
Small black heart like seed, Full of deceit and worn with need. Feel my hands and feel my lips, Take me away on all your trips. Through clouds and moons and light and fires, Up in heaven with angel choirs. And afterwards when we return, I'll stop and let my heart burn.
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