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I’ve always been the one
writing for people.
"I’m not into words," you said.
“I love with actions.
I need to feel and see.”
But darling, everyone’s a poet.
“Write about me,” I begged.
So my body became your paper,
your fingertips were the ink.
You used your mouth to write
your poetry on my skin.

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