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04/2023
"I know she was made by God when i saw lightning in her hips."
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i crave the lightning that striates your legs.
i crave the furious, dark blue waves of your eyes.
i crave the pale light of your skin.
i crave the little watercolor spots that your freckles are.
i crave the cherry red that tints your lips.
i crave the softness of your voice.
i crave the roughness of your angles, i crave the fluidity of your curves.
i crave the sound of your breath and the feeling of your hands.
i crave the tumultuous sound of your thoughts and the calming sight of your smile.
i crave the music of your laugh and the melody of your words.
i crave the beauty of your poems and the splendor of your art.
i crave the gold of the sun lighting up your body, and i miss the atmosphere of your room when it rains.
i miss the simple things that invade my fragile heart when i see you, and i miss the joy you bring to my life by just being here.
i miss the sight of the most beautiful, splendid, graceful, charming person i have ever met,
you.
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Poetry« C'est le balancement du vent qui me berce les sons de la pluie et du tonnerre qui me portent et la douce chaleur du soleil qui me sauve de l'infinie tristesse des choses. » {Chapitre 52}
