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Fire
My love for you,
Brings out the fire in me.
My blood boils like,
A frothing sea.
But on that sea,
My love cuts through,
Like a boat on calm water.
The captain of that boat,
Is that object of my desire.
The captain, my love, is you.
Copyright � Dean 'Tolyk' 2002
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