What I need is
A violent gust
Of your love,
To uproot
These withered grasses
Of pain
And to throw away
The anguish that hangs
Like a dead branch
In my heart.
In other words,
What I want is for you
to return to my doors
like a devastating hurricane
And enter my bedroom
That has open doors
For you to flourish
As a leafy tree
With multicolored fruits.
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