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Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.

There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.

Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.
I set
My parts
In rows
To strengthen
And grow
As the parts
I forget
Are mine
Shudder
Around us,
Shaking
Loose
The seams
That holds
It all
Apart.
Have you ever
Loved someone so deeply
Someone you've never seen?
Someone you just feel?
Am I the only one who is going through this?
Is it normal?
It's crazy to love someone you can ever be with.
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