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I don't just want your heart
I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all you fingerprints,
everywhere,
Nothing is more criminal than love,
it steals hours from the day,
dreams from my head,
the sun
from the sky,
perhaps is shone today,
I don't recall,
I distilled all your words,
and made you my own climate.
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