For Mary
Distance separates me and you,
yet your love lingers like the morning dew.
I think of you thinking of me,
then I think of you thinking of we
and it makes me just want to SCREAM!
Later at night you're in a dream,
A dream in which
I were a leech.
Just stuck and suck
On you, heaven and back.
Beautiful one,
will you marry me when you come?
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