Thirty-one

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I delve myself
Into the ocean
That is composed of
The words that have
The privilege of
Being spoken by your lips;
I am anchored.

I lose myself
In your
Intoxicating scent
Of daisies,
And
I find myself
In your alluring hair.

I surrender I yield I forfeit;
I no longer hold back.
I'm yours.

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