You are like a natural
disaster, and I just want to
X you out of my life.
But after X, follows O.
An instinct to mark you
there, there --
O, O, O.
I am,
paradoxically yours,
xoxo.
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I love this poem...what an interesting way of looking at things
ReplyDeleteThank you, my love!
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