IDIOLECTIC INSIGHT LTD XVIII: MORNING WOOD

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Every morning 
when I wake up 
thinking of you 

an inner smile 
ignites my day 
but it is not 

thinking as such 
rather a deep 
and heavy yet 

soft presense of 
you slowly takes 
hold of me to 

ensure us both 
of love's wild ways 
beneath reason

I close my eyes 
let my senses 
flow freely to 

catch the scent of 
your flowery
hair not caring

whether you are 
a gentle ghost 
or really there.







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