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I am not in love
and have never been in love
but I write love poems
My sister said this casually and I thought it deserved to be documented.
Cold wind blows through my transparent soul
Echoes run through my hollow bones and I reflect the moonlight

To be engulfed in your being of light that glows in the darkest of nights can ignite my heart of coal

You are the idyllic ground for me to rest my acidic frame and tonight I wish to lie with you

— The End —