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You are the warmth
To this cold body,
It is basking in it.
You are the dominating sweetness
Over all bitter pains,
My heart's diabetic to it.
You are adhesive
To this broken heart,
It's reshaping cos of it.
You are the nourishment
For a dead plant,
New leaves are forming on it.
You are the rich love
Of a poor soul,
I am alive owing to it.

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