see this game dem call love. with rules that we broke and regulators that we laughed upon; kindred spirits shifting forms with the touch of our skin, shifting matter makes kaliedascope refractions that eye can barely pick up on but there it is as it is bruised and beaten the metaphysical structure shall suffer sensation such that till now was never known. darling i serenade your spirit as i wander like a lone wolf treading through the reality you rerevealed to me. recollection is a roll of die. birth is a little death. liberty breeds from our touch. even beside you an electric fire roars. your aura overwhelms the senses 7 and others unmentioned; Gillian you're 1 in a million
i wait patiently
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