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Oct 2017
She is as bright as the sun?
No - she is the sun itself.
Singing sweet beams, her embrace
softens every marrow, every bone
into one with flesh,
and I mesh with her light -
together shining, radiating
twenty thousand stars above,
and after a millennia of the *******,

I am now hers.
Written by
Srirachasauce  Bangkok
(Bangkok)   
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