admiring your belly and I am still
in bed, your smooth calves, the humid
air that wakes up the city,
there is a look in your eyes
I would blindly fly a plane into.
Goodmorning. My head is ringing
and the furniture is still stoned.
Like a demobilized Germany you are secretly
building up an arsenal in you but unlike
Germany you are filled with love.
The governance of fear will be checked with love.
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