You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when Imtrying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen Im alreadyinside one?
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