Shapes

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By Edgar Allan Blowfish

My first mistake Was getting lost in the shape The shape your body makes The shape your body makes My biggest fear You whispered the moon and stars in my ear The moon and stars in my ear I traced my finger along your trails Falling over your rocky spine The glaciers made you and now you're mine I was moving through the deepest part of you The sky was dark no light shining through Would we shatter if I moved? If I moved Your fingers digging in like claws Like purity against resolve A million ways to believe in God And from that moment we were formed like clay Out from the dust and put on display And in that moment I will stay My first mistake Was getting lost in the shape The shape your body makes

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