I have come to great resolve and must attest,
bare chested
and with the wealth of every beat,
that had I but one last breath,
it would belong to you.
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Spacious valves, dazzled skin
and a captured soul,
orchestrated by the abounding measures of an enchanted organ.
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Awash in the corners of each chamber are your prints,
apparent and benign.
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Alive inside mellifluous veins streams the rapture of a discovered being.
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But my castle of bones,
how quickly they doth relent.
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Not withstanding, my crux remains,
past soil, bloom, and flight,
an immeasurable part of you.
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Opulent warmth, fermented dreams & imbued crimson splashed inside an infinitely swelling fortress.
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