Jesper Crane Poems

I sleep with a pillow
Pressed close to my back
To mimic the body of another
Devoid of life, a pillow cannot breath
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The thought
Of you
And you alone
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What is my purpose
If not to love
I give so much
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The slightest strain has sent
My entrails splayed on the tile floor

Oh how I try to wind
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Nearer the fire
Ever enticed and reaching
Taunted by dancing flame
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