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PLAGIARIZING
"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea A lover in the world............ An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR." The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow Every note every line you left behind I memorized till they became all mine Word-for-word, Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look, Basking through the passage around your Bio, Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, No need to credit the sources in your bliss The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof My dearest Poet, When you move across the room I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse I am a victim pampered by your words, Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream, Hypnotize after I read your first love poem A printed feeling-- Borrowed from the sun
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea A lover in the world............ An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR." The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow Every note every line you left behind I memorized till they became all mine Word-for-word, Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look, Basking through the passage around your Bio, Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, No need to credit the sources in your bliss The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof My dearest Poet, When you move across the room I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse I am a victim pampered by your words, Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream, Hypnotize after I read your first love poem A printed feeling-- Borrowed from the sun
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