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Oh, sweet face,
Pretty woman with that aching sadness
The one that stretches to the corners of your mind.
Not unlike the one I left behind.

Easy now, little one.
Let me be your pen and parchment,
Write on me with your hand holding mine,
And I will guide you across this endless page.
Look how soft you are when your name dots my teeth.
Do you even know how good you look
When you cross my eyes?

Carry me with,
Until we rest together,
And thoughts of my pages fill your head,
Until you drift asleep on a thundery night
Unusually fast.
Fast because you have me.
And fast, because baby you deserve it.


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