Fundamentally Perfect in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
- March 9, 2020, 10:28 p.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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