I am dangerous.
What I want,
And what I have,
And what I should want
Separate me
Into parts. I N T O P A R T S
One day, I held your hand
(we held hands)
Your lips touched mine
(our lips pressed together)
Your smell; that beautiful,
Glorious, heavenly scent.
It moves me away
(from myself)
And puts me next to
You, here.
Together.
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