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I can't believe how much I love him    don't stop these spells of static stirrings    won't wash it away, like sleep    in my succint showers (rightly, comely in my hand) And still I absorb the absolute-arrangements of him, the bear-bulk hulk of him still I swoon,    aroused with naive-named niceties    ceremonial dreams of touchable torches... And I am overcome, by flagrant fuels, aflow ever the more juvenile    for who am I / to have    the grand spectacles of him...? I can't imagine why I love him so    can't begin to convince or list it    don't keep this leaping lush of laden love    ungoverned / inside... I won't ignore it I can not hide I want to tell him    like laughter spreads its joy    he's a riddle to be reveled in, Want to know the questions his face the answer I want to see... It is he that silences the noise of me, it is he that revises the mistakes of me, it is he that spends the worth of me, it is he that lifts up the truth of me I can't believe I can't begin how much I am                             in love with him...
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
HIM (for M.Floyd '01)
I can't believe how much I love him    don't stop these spells of static stirrings    won't wash it away, like sleep    in my succint showers (rightly, comely in my hand) And still I absorb the absolute-arrangements of him, the bear-bulk hulk of him still I swoon,    aroused with naive-named niceties    ceremonial dreams of touchable torches... And I am overcome, by flagrant fuels, aflow ever the more juvenile    for who am I / to have    the grand spectacles of him...? I can't imagine why I love him so    can't begin to convince or list it    don't keep this leaping lush of laden love    ungoverned / inside... I won't ignore it I can not hide I want to tell him    like laughter spreads its joy    he's a riddle to be reveled in, Want to know the questions his face the answer I want to see... It is he that silences the noise of me, it is he that revises the mistakes of me, it is he that spends the worth of me, it is he that lifts up the truth of me I can't believe I can't begin how much I am                             in love with him...
butch-decatoria
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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