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And make room for me
I'd fight hordes and armies
Cross deserts and black seas
Become a slave to your will
With no will to be free
I'd like to haunt your dreams
While I sparkle and gleam
Wedge into your subconscious
Sprinkle love dust
And liquid lust
I'd wiggle in
Find a slot in your memory
For all I want
Is for you...
To remember me
Thirty poems of love, loss, and yearning. Empty your heart...
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