46 | the only thing i'd ever ask

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My thoughts droop like low
hanging fruit, pairs as sweet
as the ripe nectar inside.

Sway my mind i beg of you.

Words blister and rot in the sun,
oh how they ache for the shade of
your common-sense and calm.

I flock to your shade to quieten the
buzz amidst the haze - the scorch that
burns and flares the flesh inside.

You're the breeze that tempers the tempest,
the relief of a cool breeze in the sharpness
and sting of summer heat.

Sway my mind of only this, please.
It's the only thing i'd ever ask of you.

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