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umbra

i think you do not see my words for what they say my love

i think you think i write poetry or something

actually some of them are little letters

(love and otherwise) and sometimes just tell

how i feel about the things i think of in the dark

i have the clearest feelings of your limbs sometimes

and if i look straight ahead i can see you from the

corner of my eye      i imagine your eyes half shut and

watching me      thinking i am lovely

i imagine that you smile at me while you are

amused by me in silence

i think your love is a tree       growing forever

green so as always to shade me

for how can shade be anything but good i ask?

when it is not needed the sun does not shine and

there is always shelter for me      cover from the burn

i have to find the perfect metaphor for you one day

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