gitana
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you aren’t yourself
when you are restrained
screaming out like a lion
when someone brushes against you
don’t be so hard
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there is a song, somewhere,
with just the percussion
of drum and violoncello
you walk by, humming the melody
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I keep writing about you
either poems are not enough
or you are too much
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I take cover from the lightning of your body
still wishing I was full in your rain
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