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don't slip away from me.
your touch like water over my skin,
fingers itching and sticky with ink,
you breathe in poetry and exhale ardour.

come home to me,
and tangle my hair with the lines of your hands.
don't leave me hanging by the door,
sink me inside the vastness of your yearning.

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