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You are sunshine
you warm my face and skin
sunlight shining even at night
You’re a bigger star than Marilyn Monroe
(you make her seem common)
extraordinary that is what you are
in this common setting
where the wallflowers speak
and the refrigerators hum.
Your words taste like oranges
their sweet juice dripping from my tongue
The sweet charcoal of burnt toast
will fill my lunges if I breath you in.

Man, I can’t get enough
you are my cocaine,
my heroin,
my drug of choice,
you are my sunshine.




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