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Love me!

Fertile
my wasteland,
my beloved;
Am itching
to fruit a seed
and
flower a bud;
What ails you
to caste me
a look of love?
Your eyelashes open wild
to exhibit
your wild wild balls
of ebony dark
that for nuts
would work magic
in my dull desert,
looking forward to
a bowl of sand
in the oasis of my life;
my love,
your look alone
shall catapult
my state of dryness!
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