for
you.
haven't
i
told you
this before?
as you walked
out
of
my door?
with
your
grace
you
blessed
my
space.
happy
was i
for the
small taste.
but
alas
i need more.
burning.
for you
to come
back
in
my open
door.
come back
a
little.
just a little
bit.
On my hands
I will sit.
sit up
tall.
No leaning
against
the wall.
just pull
me
back up
if
I do.
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