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when i caress your skin
i'm really writing hidden notes across it
that only the wind can read
when it swifts through your clothes
in june
it tells my secrets to the sea as it rolls across her
and she
massages the messages into the earth
in waves
the earth loves you
i swear
you're immune to gravity
and the only thing keeping you here
is that the planet and i
are drawn to you
<|3
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