My Soul Is Teething For Your Love
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Mark Heathcote
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When will you adopt my heart?
Like a child in its cradle
I am like a green flower plucked
dehydrating on an evening's vigil.
My soul is teething for your love,
hunger fills my every desire
there cut in need of sustenance
to sustain this ambience of fire.
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