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Sunday, 1 January 2017

The crave

I love him like the water loves the river
I love him like the pencil loves the paper
Like the grass loves the earth
and digs its roots into it
I love him like the touch of honey on the skin
Like a swallow of red wine burning the throat
I love him like numbers love nature
and nature loves life
And I love him like bliss loves the crave
and the crave loves bliss.

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