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to write my poems
means going on a journey
that’s mine and mine alone
even if it’s just for that moment
when i put pen to paper,
my feelings raw
and my heart cut open
only because it’s easier
to bleed on the page
than it is to say the words
i really want to say
to you.

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you have made the secret stirrings inside me come alive,
my body humming with a vibration that yearns
to match yours and yours alone.

a sound, a feeling, a craving that bears your name,
even the rhythm of your heartbeat
to match my own.