I don't have
much
but it's all yours to take
and I'll strike
a deal
with you
if it flutters your heart
just right
I'll wrap you in poetry
writing all the words
that come to mind
I'll hand my soul to
you scribbled on
paper
with a liberal dash
of imagery and
rhyme
and the modest
price I ask
is just a tender
touching of the
lips
















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