Lip Lempitsky Poems

I'm grasping at the air trying to hold you where you aren't even at, there isn't enough of you for me to hold,
I wish I could walk around with two handfuls of your flesh just so I never have to stop holding you,
but sadly that's illegal, and that's why I hate cops,
because they won't let me hold you,
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You remind me of artificial banana flavoring

Your simply too sweet to be real,
And yet here you are,
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