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Pretty peepers,
puffy red lips,
soon she will be
embracing.
Surges becoming urges,
galaxies symphoniously
flowing into one. That's
chaos,
that's capable.





When we're together
it's barbarity
yet, we ornament
each others' thoughts,
I like it, seriously,
look. Far below
rose-red clouds,
and right there's
our fiery sun.



To the wayward warrior,
there are flashing
memories to be made.
A lifetime
of joyous places and
good.
Where loyal friends
and loved ones laugh.
An infinite potential
of endearing actions.

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