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i believe that crawling into you
is going back into myself.
that by the act of joining hands with you
i become more me.
there are no whiskey bars
for dancers like ourselves.
and so we move into eachother
like drunkards into open doorways.
my need for you is near addiction.
no sailor ever had tattoos
growing on his forearm
the way your smile
has willed itself back behind my eyes.
it will not dissolve.
it will not divide.
for i am nothing if not you.
rod mckuen
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