my heart.
and reading about oil.
but i know the tears will come
soon enough, i already feel
their well, readily inside
me. i am in one place but
for tonight i'll stay with me
and pray.
oh skin tingles, this
romantic poet displaced
in a time of "crisis" internal
jump ups to not mention
instruments. i miss you
already and we mingle in
my shivery mind, wait!
love there is no difference
but potential difference
and WE are a distinct measure
of current!
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