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dyslexia
November 17, 2006swallow me
you said your eyes find my lips delectable in so many ways.
take me
with those hands that bind me with the aching chains
that bind you
that bind your little world that is me
and open up the book with your words that fills me
that squeezes me
that heals me
that needs me
adore me
who loves me
’cause i can’t read you
read you far away from here
i might need a little shade
my glasses are broken
you need to read yourself to me
to save me with those words.
you see, i love your book
but you have to read it for me
’cause i can’t read you at all.
The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
beats me.
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