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I will see this through
because the idea of you still shocks my spine
with electricity,
tempts my tastebuds with curiosity

In the end 
I'll either adore you fearlessly
and come to your arms with wild abandon,
or have sucked every pretty word
from our imagery,
dulled it to prose

I'll gently unfasten your roots
from my navel
and send you off
not with bite marks or bruises,
but with mercy

I will spare you from a dramatic
because I care for you 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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