Poetry, Craving...
‘Bout
you, I’ve
penned so much,
my
fingers
ache, typing
in
countless
forms, such as:
rhyme, sonnet, acrostic,
verse,
quatrain,
and free-verse---
just
to name
a few, though
they’ve
bled, but
not fed up
...from craving, for your lips!
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