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Feb 2020
Penetrating the soul’s every layer
And spreading influence like
a dangerous pandemic.
You have ailed me with lovesickness
And none of my soul was spared.
Thank you for the emotions
That you brought me on these
Unceasingly fleeting days.
Would it be weird to walk up to her (and him) and say “thanks for being the object of my obsessions.”? Yes, yes it would.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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