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Surrounded by scattered glasses,
Located in an isolated area,
Ignored by everyone,
Passed by as if unseen,
Nobody noticed it's subtle beauty,
Little do they know,
She's a wild flower,
Waiting to be noticed
If it were a world
where you either found love
or love found you?
Bold and beautifully painted,
Lovingly created,
Artistically put together,
Coloured with loving thoughts.
K**eenly complete.
#DO_NOT_BLEACH!!!
If your brain was sane
would it push me against the wall
on the ***** stairs of my street
and kiss me drunk

If your brain was sane
would it defy all the bombs
of "no's" and escape the quiet
mines that lie beneath
that playground
of buried
"i think i
love you"
I love you
like an eternally expanding universe
seen with the clarity
of a thousand Hubble telescopes
your swirling galaxies
artful nebula
tranquil skies
your solid core

I love you
in molten tongues
calling from the void
two nuclear souls
colliding
every atom undone
fused together
to make one

I love you
until the thread is cut
my free-falling light
so high on your atmosphere
reshaped by your gravity
a meteorite wish
sweet ashes
to your dust
*In Teutonic mythology, the soul is a star attached to the ceiling of the sky with a thread spun at birth by Fate, represented as an old crone.  Fate cuts the thread at the end of a life and the soul falls, becoming a shooting star.
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