If I could invent
A way to spring into your arms
Without an armada after me
Pitchforks and torches
I would stop time
To spend time
Talking and taking in the essence
Of you
It needn’t be more than intimate
Smiles and hugs

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If I could invent
A way to spring into your arms
Without an armada after me
Pitchforks and torches
I would stop time
To spend time
Talking and taking in the essence
Of you
It needn’t be more than intimate
Smiles and hugs
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