I am an artist~
What is this gossamer melody that toys?
The very thought alone that allays?
I sense your presence through this dull way.
The dullest of pleasures were to make one's sorrow day.
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How much do I love thee?
From the ends of the shores
and the depths of the ocean.
The passion persisted from the swiftness of one's motion
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Washed away by your black-bidden realm.
Limbs motioned like a dead wooden elm.
Inside, deep salt encrusts your cold lips.
While the rough of your flesh the coral did kiss.
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