This is all about that quiet song Your body sings to my dreams Where I sit writing letters in my mind To everything that lives inside you When there are only so many poems You can write to a sleeping body - How it rises and dips, rises And then dips again There is nothing to say About the scent of your damp skin Rising like tendrils of opium smoke Into the fractured peace of the
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