Fundamentally Perfect in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • March 10, 2020, 2:28 a.m.
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You are a dream, a fascination of thought, a starlit symphony to which I fall asleep each and every night.

I have so much within me, such a fervor to fight, an endless desire to pleasure you without ending beneath the fire of the moonlight.

You are an imperfect angel with a crooked halo, and I am the perfect devil to lock horns with each and every night.

March 8, 2020

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