My Flooding

My Flooding

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What loves awakened under your chest

What words have lead you within my grasp

What you, so tender, but strikes so fast

Those words you tell me now flow steadfast


What minded press on my lips so rich

What tall walls have fallen so sudden?

How for embraces of yours I’ve wished

These are the days I call “my flooding”



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