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if he were a slow running creek
would she still love him
as she does now?
her love blossoms and wilts
all the days they spend separated
she never tells him.
when they make the drive
meet at a restaurant halfway
he’s a wide raging river for her lips
so she forgets
all the times she thought
she’d drown in his waters.
her heart, a floodgate on
the drive away
I keep my own torrent underground
but my river floods
cuts canyons whenever I see her.