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My Everything You stood in the doorway
The frame smiled
At the taste of your skin
Your hair
Longer
My eyes
Not hiding
My jealousy
Of the white soaked wood
You stood in the doorway
The frame smiled
At the taste of your skin
Your hair
Longer
My eyes
Not hiding
My jealousy
Of the white soaked wood
I'm often jealous of doorways
I'm often jealous of doorways and oak wood. nice poem
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