Pinch Me Poke Me
Pinch me, poke me
I still dream
Poets rattle
Every ream
Words don't fail me
As I fall
I want to capture
Love, is all
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Staring
At the start
Composition of the heart
Blues and blacks
They flutter by
Angel's wings
Ooh.. butterfly
Nighttime thoughts
Longing morns
Aching words
Birdsong dawns
They all inspire
A bit, it's true
But in my dreams
My dear, it's you
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