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your kisses
are the radical starlight
of starfish washing ashore.
your fingers
are starving, aching magic,
kaleidoscopes colliding over my skin.
i am
the girl
who speaks in punctuation
instead of words,
the girl
who writes history into poetry
in attempt to take back the past.
you are
the boy
who speaks in circles
through my silence,
the boy
who dwells the poetry of history,
echoing the hideously beautiful
in your mind.
so, kiss me, baby,
i taste like fire.
are the radical starlight
of starfish washing ashore.
your fingers
are starving, aching magic,
kaleidoscopes colliding over my skin.
i am
the girl
who speaks in punctuation
instead of words,
the girl
who writes history into poetry
in attempt to take back the past.
you are
the boy
who speaks in circles
through my silence,
the boy
who dwells the poetry of history,
echoing the hideously beautiful
in your mind.
so, kiss me, baby,
i taste like fire.
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If the "I"s were punctuated properly, this would be just about perfect.