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Jul 2020
I am wholly overcome with you.
Your portrait hangs upon the innermost walls of my spirit's sanctum.
Your ivy extends across my ancient heart, fortress of my imagination.

Oh, to fathom the depths of you.
I am lost within your labyrinth.
You are wholly overcoming me, and I welcome it thoroughly.
Thomas Dressler
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Thomas Dressler  22/M
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