"I love her like magic
I love her like my own childhood
Like Christmas when it was still pure
There is no erasure for such things
the blood beating through her veins is a
strange intoxicaticant
some perfume of the gods eminating
fools will think I speak of lust
as if the human race survived on anything but,
Sacred cave ancestors understood the flesh bond.
unbreakable evidence of the mystical
If I don't belong in this world
it's only because of you that I dropped by
(to take a break from infinity to
behold your flawed magnificence)
Most perfect"
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