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Call me to you.
Lift your head and say my name.
Borrow a megaphone and wake the town.
Dub me your Prince and give me a crown.
Curse the day you met me, for breaking your heart,
And so easily mending the harm.
Call me beloved. The epitome of charm.
Call me sweetheart. Call me amour.
Say I’m a disease you have for which there is no cure.
Say my name out loud. Like it's never been said.
Say it till it slips,
Moist,
Into the mattress of your bed.
Say you love me utterly and really mean those words.
Say my voice is prettier than the singing of the birds.
Say you love me! Say you love me! Say it!
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my fave poem Jack Lashbrook | Oct 7th, 2004
Doesn't anyone like this ode?
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