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The Burglar
It's me Who like a burglarLeaves your house Covered inThe velvety softnessOf an early morningAnd the lingering smellOf your touchOn my neckMy stomachAnd my thigh Yet it's youWho robs my ...
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The Bird
The bird in my chest Is thrusting Against the ivoryOf my rib cageThe noiseOf its fearUnables my thoughts And I Like the bird Thrust against The stillness of the world
