David De Lira
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​2018-2023
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I'm unclean, a libertine. And every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech.
You're slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen.
You've never seen the lonely me at all.
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Please, look at me while you can.
​See me for who I am.
Show me your ways before.
You grow up to be someone quite insignificant.
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You were mother nature's son. 
Someone to whom I could relate. 
Your needle and your damage done. 
​Remains a sordid twist of fate.
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Now I sleep in the belly of men.
​ And I sleep in the belly of rhythm.
And I sleep in the belly of love.

I sleep in the belly of oceans.
I sleep in the belly of truth.
​ I sleep in the belly of kindness.

And I sleep in the belly of you.
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Never thought you'd make me perspire.
Never thought I'd do you the same.

​Never thought I'd fill with desire.
​Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.
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We have traded places times before.
We were built for making love and not for war.
© David De Lira
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