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18 POETRY
Poetry
Your fingertips were the sweetest touch, When they rescued me from myself From the sorrows that consumed me
Poetry,
Know this
I will never let you go again
I’ll find you through the looking glass
Eat the mint
Drink the wine of the amber bottle
Do,
See,
Hear,
Anything to feel you
Anything to find you in the depths of my mind.
