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when my love complained, every word
a breath on my last dandelion
and so lovers will leave and their tears
souvenirs for the very first time
i searched the world reluctant
to find a lover enthusiastic
speak to me barely if at all
when i was a boy, funny things
water wings kept you confident
a belly of wine, similar
to keep yourself indifferent
and i scraped the bargain basement
bought a lover less than fantastic
spoke to me barely if at all
taste perfume that burns my throat
and i am free of envelope
squeeze an instant out of me
and she placed a hand between our lips
how could anything be so precious
she kissed me barely if at all
and she, with a hand between our lips
gave me what we now have in common
she left me barely if at all
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