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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