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I want my words to fly through the air

Like the paper airplanes I failed to make in middle school

I want every syllable I utter

To drill into the pores of your chest

Every letter to slip through the little crevices in the marble of you skin

Every ounce of heart-break to slide into the bark of your bones

Every wisp of lust to spiral into the cavities of your muscles

You sing when you concentrate

It billows out of you like smoke from a bonfire on the sea-shore

I want to grab you with my words

I want to shake with you my eyes

I wanna kiss you with all the words I can’t find

I wanna love you

I wanna say I love you

I wanna be in love

And that scares me.

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