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Short Poetry

Dry Days

My blood won't clot

My spunk won't dry

My tears won't flow

And I won't die

As long as I can osmosify

I will never atrophise

As long as I

Can bathe in sweat

Your body cries

In our bed

This life is sweet as life gets

I love you for you keep me wet

Short Poetry