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Bamboo

I greet you with wonder,

like a poem that breathes.

Bamboo, I storm for you

and rose colored lust

falls to the floor.

Devour me. Melt with me.

Nothing exists but you

inside me. Do not deny me.

So tall, all twisted and coiled

to reach me.

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