The Dovecot Of Your Arms
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Mark Heathcote
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I do not seek the flames of a thousand stars.
I search only the dovecot of your arms.
Here I will prosper and count my glad tidings.
I don't want to crash and burn into the sidings.
I don't want to list port or starboard.
I only want to sail with you straightforwardly.
No deviation do I desire.
With you only, I want to be set on fire.
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