You're the driving force
For this poetry
So now you know
It's out
I'm guilty
Monuments and ruins
of my heart's busy city
Laid bare
As you dig
With every soft stare
& the ways they speak thru thin air
Put in me the softest care
With what I draw down
For you to alight upon
This confession
Of which you have been unaware...
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