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[nicsta]

so i fell in love with a poet.
saw his book inbetween
the hollywood sheen.
on a white table marred with colour

against the white, i might
find a book filled with mite,
i could only imagine in dreams,
it seems it was sitting there.
a flip book, i took
outside with me,

sunshine streams,
down on me and he.

a smirk, a giggle,
i wriggle around i'm fickle.
but,
each page i turn,
a yearn, a little more,
whats install

so in the sun,
i flip through
and i chew
on your words.
by word of mouth a monotone,
by word of mouth i'd groan,

but intrigue,
has been thrown at me.