You said it once.
I heard it three times. It's a
trick
of my ears, your tongue,
my mind.
Our hearts
do echo resounding
chimes, such ways
as whisper and cry
can find.
Say it once
again dear, I call
you as well, as you
call me dear
even damn, dear
hell. Fuck
Shit, what were we
and will think of next?
I lie hung so
upon your lips.
Is it wrong?
That I find
it blest
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