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Montana III
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2021-06-24
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My physical body
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cannot hope to constrain
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or even, for a moment, detain
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the love I have for you,
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just deform
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in hopes of fitting
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and be okay with leaving me forlorn.
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I want to live in eternal spring
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with you,
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lover of all things good and true.
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I want to live where the flowers are always in bloom
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and the baby birds have just hatched
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and the sprouts poke out from the soil
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from the patch
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in our backyard
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without hard-
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ship, without sweat, without toil,
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without insects that only yearn
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to bite the skin meant for you to do the same
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in the night when our hearts burn.
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My heart sings
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when you are nearby, my love,
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and your mere touch is enough
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to melt the most arctic of snows,
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the guardian of the missing shard of my soul,
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my beatific Dead End King.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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