The Real Deal
You're in my blood,
the essence of your soul,
digs into my arteries,
slowly
without
any air of counterfeit.
You're the real deal,
although I seldom see you,
the heart knows it's other half
as you stay
in my blood
as its softly
makes it's circulation,
til you leave me standing
like a deserted village.
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