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We have been strangers.
The vibrations that drop from your lips –
I am hearing them for the first time
in new arrangement, unfiltered, unf***ed with.
The only parts of me that are real are
the skin cells lining up to tremble
under your tracing finger.
We have been
strangers, and parts
of us still are.
But my earlobe knows you well
and your hair greets my fingertips like
favorite neighbors.
Yes, I will lend you some sugar.
We have been
strangers, and parts
of us still are.
Would you care to learn my heartbeat today?

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BeilaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 3:32 am
Wow. Wait, did I just say that on one of your other poems? It's because your talent is mindblowing. You know how teachers talk about painting pictures with words? Forget 2D, or even 3D. I can feel the emotion under my skin. Your voice is so untainted, so unique, and it's like I can hear you speaking directly to me. This is incredible.
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