this ( for annie )
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heavy words thrown around a room
and there is no better ricochet
than "love"
lights flash and feeling splash with true identity
once futile dealings are now robust and plenty
she is power and passion
i am snatched to attention by her voice
and massaged in the words from her world
my heart aches it's throbbing beat
and all songs are now complete
stripped am i of flesh that i would give to her
if she grew cold
deprived am i of comforts
if her life needed gold
broken are my bones if she needed defending
i love her
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