
Nine
I love you
More than the last sweet fruit
Held on the highest limb
I love you
like a trampled flower's bruised flame
It loosens my limbs
It doesn't know how to speak its name
I love you
More than the last sweet fruit
Held on the highest limb
I love you
like a trampled flower's bruised flame
It loosens my limbs
It doesn't know how to speak its name
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