little things

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because is today, and my words are
mixed with flavors of your wild sky,
stuffed with lovely tiny little things
brought stealthily by a wind's breeze,
spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers
with threads of the grass, trod gently,
enough to feel a poem's connection
about me and you… lovely pretty boy
who loves me entirely and whispers
artfully, – keep falling in love with me
right as I keep falling in love with you

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now I can call your name

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take bread away from me

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mille fois

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i am the sky of the skies above all the skies, bearing the sun of the sun of all the suns, and the moon of the moon of all the moons i am the world of the worlds of all the worlds, bearing the star of the stars of all the stars, and the dream of the dream of all the dreams i am the wish of the wish of all the wishes, bearing the night of the night of all the nights, and the day of the days of all the days i am the love of the love of all the loves, bearing the color of the colors of all the colors, and the joy of the joys of all the joys i am the very best of the best of all the best, for i am the i of myself of all the i of the selves of i, crΓ¨me de la crΓ¨me of all the crΓ¨me de la crΓ¨me (je suis mille fois un trait distinctif  traduite), while a thousand times is not enough for what i am for any sky, any world, any wish, any love, inculcated
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