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Apr 2014
When I feel your warmth against my
flesh, my every sight turns into a
vibrant hue

it's you;
for which is the reason to the gaiety
of my soul

it's you;
that brings out the steam of consciousness within myself;
nocturnal

it's you;
that drained the very beat of my heart for
causing it to skip several times that, I,
myself couldn't keep up with the pace

it's you;
that gives me the feeling of worm-like-knees
when you speak to me with the weariness
of your breath

it's you;
that reminds me of every paragon views
which captures the exact profile
I wish to gaze at daily.
3.27.14 11:24p
SinisterS0ul
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