poem

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theres a bird screeming in the tree..i can't hear it over the wonderment of your hair that day..
i breath every note of your voice into the lungs in my haert..that live on every word..
i dream of kissing you..but reframe as theres too much rain in the sky to tell that theres anything but you..
wet kisses.?.i was thinking..but theres another sweet blah balh from your la la la..i was tired but willing to let all my souls books be read by you..