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Strawberry Pound Cake
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2021-07-18
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I want a love that's easy,
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that's light, that requires
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no rationalization,
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no purgation
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of words,
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no listing of boons to be heard.
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I yearn
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to see your face, and when I do,
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I want to feel boom in the ocean
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of my chest,
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*She is the only one.
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She is the only moon
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in this starry sky.*
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For there are so many other women
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I could try
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to get together with,
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a wink, flirt,
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accidental compliment blurt-
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ed out in the checkout aisle.
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But I cannot help but see,
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having been burned
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so many times, a list of benefits to me
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instead of each walking ash-hewn corpse.
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But all these pages are empty,
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notebook spine unbound.
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I don't want a political alliance.
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I want a woman, raspy, hoarse
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with trembling lungs,
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every breath the sound
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of the crashing ocean waves.
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I want a woman who comes undone
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under my touch
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not because of my deeds,
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not because of my works,
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but because it would take
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a mountain's worth
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of effort to restrain
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her brain's reward system
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going wild as an ape.
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Eris built me
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to be
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a solitary
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creature,
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and yet I find
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we've developed a dependence
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on each other.
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It's the simple truth:
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*I like me when I'm with you.*
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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