An attempt at an E.E. Cummings style poem
i wonder at you,
how you touch my
(heart) skin.
you.
one that i secretshare
this feeling with.
unk|now|n to all we are
(we).
i do love you.
i notspeak those dangerwords
to you ever.(y time i
kiss*touch* you
in my mind)'s igh.
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