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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Breathe
You are the darkness, Into which I peer, You are the moment That gleams so clear, You are my salvation, The reason I breathe, Your body the temple, In which I receive. You are my guilty pleasure, That which is pure, You are my temptation, Lick my wound, be my cure. From now until the end of days, Your body mine through a fog of haze. We both share the same storm, From the moment we were born, From now until the end of time, Your soul will always speak to mine.
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