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Your Tears

Your tears,
my lover,
they tear me apart,
and I am rebuilt,
no longer a soldier in the war of our wanting,
just a dreamer in a field of dandelions,
writing you a verse about the roses that grow when you blow me a kiss from your bedroom window.

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