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sit around and miss you

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to not sit around and miss you I conceived you out of verses as you never did to love me, yours to be over the centuries to not sit around and miss you, I turned to you my love tenfold forevermore me yours to be the morning-star of the first light and every night the veil of stars to not sit around and miss you all your dreams became the facts in such a beauty incarnated that nor a god has peace, no more to not sit around and miss you, every little thing and music invaded my longing smoothly painting my hopes splendid

back to one

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I love you… I love you in the grams of my soul with the cadences of my imagination I love you in the degrees of my body with the liters of my blood I love you in the magnetism of my thoughts with the seconds of my existence I love you in light's intensity of my nerves with the pressures of the fears I love you in the climaxes of my fantasies with the authentic explanations I love you in the compositions of my smiles with irreproachable manners, — I love you zigzagging incoherently, thinking to stay to get back to the one who loved me in any metric system of the entirely me… I love you…

Hey You

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Hey You... — I don't love you. I only fell in love with your words painted and spread on me by your subtle mind talented to make me feel amazingly, as if I am a prayer, invoked and implored by all your idols to all of mine... Hey... — you you you ... the one that's chasing lights, — I don't love you. I don't love you exactly as i was supposed to do, — credibly, rightfully, honestly, but rather like a candy cocooned into the midnight sun thru your smartly graphical reflection able to make me look fell [in love] when in fact, i was as i'm still, — deep into you

reach out I'll be there

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To keep you feasible, I substituted you under another form into a playful idea, letting your memories murmur to me, in slow-motion, [reach out, I'll be there]. The anatomy of your noble philosophy, I metamorphosed it in papillons bleus while my exuberance, a banal tendency, I let it talk with the moon and wildness. As you expected, all seemed easy, but I, (you see...) just now I got it... [just now]