Expropriation      
   Being able to not love, I love you;  
   Being able to not think you, I miss you;  
   Being able to just do not miss, and  
   I can not.  
    
   Being able to be peace and chose to be a wind storm;  
   sea and fire may be preferred to be flower  
   life and death can be chosen only  
   be yours .  
    
   And I'm with you like the  
   wind in your hair, on your chest.  
   I am of you and is  
   flower in your hair, on your chest.  
    
   And I am yours as much as I ever was  
   as even I know SERM me  
   And I am as much yours as I was always  
   in your hair, in your bed.  
  
 
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