to meet a lover's embrace
his chest flushed primrose
one who reminds me of what it is to view fourfold
for the subliminity in his cornflower eyes reminds me of the unsanctioned divinity residing within me
like guiding genius, my magician calls me sweetly pensive with the press of my cheek to his arm
He rests jasmine and other blooms of prophecy upon me and spectates the night sky in my every raven tress
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Gebrechlichkeit18
good stuff
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