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We Rose Up Slowly Lichtenstein
I want to pour myself into you
reciprocal medicine
drink me in
as I am
swallowed up in the moment
pain relief
as senses
forget themselves
in that occupied space of one
there is no room
for the rest of the world
no room
for elements of me I hate
just deliciously, taken in
consumed
I'm not poison
but a tonic
wellness pulsates beyond bodies
an attractive aftermath
of peacefulness
as addictive as any drug
the capacity within humans
not of animalism
but something heavenly
not bottled
but stored within
unlock my mind again and again
as only you can.
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