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His beauty moved me like owl at prayer

I’d better share my love of birds on here

He touched me like a marble falls down drains Thank God we then had lots of heavy rain

He told me he was angered by my face

I drowned on his tweed jacket spiced with mace.

I read so fast the teachers were amazed

My secret was adrenalin and haste

I never loved my neighbour as myself

For I was deep in love with someone else

We think we long for love but I might say

Intimacy rots if we can’t play.