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Poetry

Today these weak lines
are being plainly written
for you to go back to your field,
to return to that holy paradise
you've always belonged to.

I definitely find you amusing,
here every word you combine
is a pleasure for my darkened heart,
immense satisfaction with them
I actually seem to find.

Never cease to amaze me,
down on my knees I am begging,
sorely do I need your poems
like humans need water
after running ten kilometres.