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Our breaths would bud in one another's ear,
the sweet nectar would become all I lust
after, the little death that I won't fear.
And when apart, all will seem unjust.
Exchanged words would console the other's pain
and maybe remind us of what we crave
till our ears meet for a lovely refrain.
How I envy her, already with grave.
Like sweet ripe fruit our faces would split wide
and out would spill animal-like noises
capable of bringing the wild inside;
settling our nature through osmosis.
You are but my summer wish in autumn;
You are all it takes to help me blossom.
the sweet nectar would become all I lust
after, the little death that I won't fear.
And when apart, all will seem unjust.
Exchanged words would console the other's pain
and maybe remind us of what we crave
till our ears meet for a lovely refrain.
How I envy her, already with grave.
Like sweet ripe fruit our faces would split wide
and out would spill animal-like noises
capable of bringing the wild inside;
settling our nature through osmosis.
You are but my summer wish in autumn;
You are all it takes to help me blossom.