MINESHAFT
I spent days inside of you, as in a mineshaft
made of love : no Earth crumbled on my head,
it was all of a passion instead. Robins came and
robins went, seasonal as they are - that much
time elapsed each time. I guess. I never knew.
I spent days inside of you, holding hands with
your mind and kissing your inner soul. The
last light I saw, upon pulling out, was of
such a brilliance never witnessed before.
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