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 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 do relent.

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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In the simplest of terms,

You are therefore I beat.