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Infatuation
Last night,
within soft acoustics,
I shared you out,
as if you were carved from alabaster,
as if the words were dust collected at the feet of art,
as if we were too far from where we were to evoke passion
and perhaps that's the truth.
within soft acoustics,
I shared you out,
as if you were carved from alabaster,
as if the words were dust collected at the feet of art,
as if we were too far from where we were to evoke passion
and perhaps that's the truth.
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