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A poem inspired by and for a friend/lust object
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BVMLover
BVMLover
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You, stay here with me
Hey You, yeah, you there
Would you care to know?
He had a dream about you, that guy I live with
We were living and knew
Most certainly that we were going to die
Under my rictus smile I was suffering
I was afraid, I won't deny it!
No, you, don't go to sleep yet
Hey you, can I bother you again?
Nothing you couldn't have known
What you saw
Could you?
And if you could and in fact did know
Would you just not tell me?
Just as Eve this time
Ever keeping the apple to herself?
Not to annoy, only one more thing I must now say, I pray you
Nonetheless I do have reasons for hope
For those who sympathize with friends who wear iron shoes
Neigh can they be duly trusted in great wisdom, perhaps
And if this is true
And even if it's not
Judgement might be lifted from our souls
Compassionately then I say you, stay away from the fence, please
But, you, specifically, the person I'm talking to alone
Veer your eyes thusly, there is a Lamp, let us pretend we are safe
Maybe we are?
The daughters of Ammon and Moab
Go on beyond us regardless

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