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One.
It's the way your lips curl around a declaration that
makes me want to kiss you.
Two.
I just want to reach into you.
See, it's something about the thunder in your mind
before it becomes a sound.
Three.
It's a softness of your skin, the harshness
beneath the palms of your feet.
And when you dance how it sounds like change shaking
from the skin, and necks breaking straight again,
heartbeats, pounding, debris.
Four.
Have I ever told you that I love you?
Because I do.
And that can come as easily as the sun saying, "Hello,"
while the moon saying, "Goodbye"--
all in the same sky.
Five.
Have I ever told you that I love you?
Because I do.
And that can come as complicated as the sun saying, "Hello,"
while the moon saying, "Goodbye"--
all in the same sky.
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Six.
How do you conceive those dreams of yours?
How your dreams hit the ground like sudden rain
on a summer day.
How they hit and surround you with inspiration.
How they protect you, unafraid to call themselves your own--
how your dreams scramble to come alive for that smile of yours.
You truly are magic.
Seven.
You have the ability to resurrect me from a dream,
remind me there's something sweet about a world
that I dream away from constantly.
Eight.
And every time, every time I look
at a pair of lost eyes or skin with an unknown author I
wish I could take your ethic and your method from my notebook--
blow bodies out of that recollection,
and watch their bodies realign to their heartbeats.
Nine.
I hope you know I understand.
Despite my rolled eye to the sky and hardened skull reply,
I understand your truth about me.
It's just at times--
it's just at times I don't want to be set free,
and with a demon to face when you're in the mirror alone.
10.
You, you are the most beautiful story I have ever told.
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