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Nakedly So

Some poems don't need to be said. They're shared between eyes and thought caressing body's telepathy Pupils dilate from her elation. God I love my own creation. How it flows from a muse and forms symbiotic energy. It's like wearing words and my vocabulary is hers for devouring. The pen leaves me naked but she's the one shaking from every truth shared

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