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A Lovers’poem

His:
When I reach for my ink
I will draw letters that will melt your heart

Her’s:
Its been solid for a while a liquid state won’t hurt


Damm it… You too good…
When it melts
There’s the power to flow
Form am shape
Turn to whichever state
All cards on you

Then I’ll take shape
Whatever your container
Or like water
Pass through your fingers
Bring a cooling to engines
A refreshing to your thirst

And I would mould me
To a shape that complements you
I flow with you
Freely
Where you sway I will hold hand
Where the rocks await I will swim with you over them
At sunset when all systems cool
I will watch you
For you will be beautiful clouds. 

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In loving memory of pius
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