Divine Muse Comments

Devine you are, I list your
flesh just for myself, face, hands, limbs that swell my being and make my heart grow. Mysticism in the nameable madness of Amor. Things I long
to whisper, shy in this languish (the sea lit up moon and stars) I am possessed
by all of you. The celestial touch from above, never escape me. O never flee, your abandonment would relinquish dreams of what I used to be.
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