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You let your arms
cross my neck as you whisper.
Your voice is a poison,
my dearest drug, ecstasy.
As they write,
the mind wanders.
As my pen sways,
my mind rests at you.
I want to cast magic
and let the time slumber,
to move not and freeze.
You, staying close to me.
How crazy I am,
I dream of you holding me.
For that will come not.
Thy wants her.
I am her;
of that I'm sure will not be.
I am a stag,
wanting a stallion.
25 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on May 20, 2017
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