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Blind because 
from the first time
we’ve ever laid eyes,
we hug,
our bodies sync and link-up,
as if it were 
that first day
that first time. 
Honestly,
my wings have been clipped
I can’t remember 
when I stopped flying
and started walking. 
The last time 
my mind was not 
consumed with her
was centuries ago.  
A kiss, her kiss,
square on the lips,
she’s the girl
with fluttery new lashes
her bright smiling look
here like our first day. 
I’m the first
to admit
I am drug addicted. 
Love-feelings
won’t ever erode 
over time
my internal clock
is strongly beating
I want to take her. 
She’s a lucky passing
I’m buried now
stuck frozen
stuck because
today our first day. 
I have to end this
otherwise,
I’ll be stuck writing
a million lines,
as if,
the ones I’ve already 
placed her
don’t express enough. 
Falling in love
with a poet
is not
an easy proposition 
she knows
the reason why
I can hardly move.