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I should like to caress your eyes
and invite you to dive into words:
their beauty, their powerlessness,
their singular characteristic
of being the best shot I have
at making sense of the beautiful mess.
I love you like five hundred
I want to fall in love
and grow in its embrace
I forgot all the wisdom I learnt
and yet it's only ever a thought away
mind is but a tool in love's world
use it only when the heart beats
it's absurd to let a sweetheart slip away
but impossible to keep her around
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