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Ode 13

Waking up with your poetic cheekbones resting on my cortex

Falling asleep with your tender lips on my corneas

Running through the wild strands of your jungle with my fingers

Walking away tethered by your robust laugh

Sitting silent in the shadow of your supple skin

Standing loudly in wonder of your quick wit

Working out how to melt into your perspicacious personality

Resting on your “Hey”

Is it any wonder why

Loving you was an automatic on the first try

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