Let love divide reasoning to purpose
A disease meant only for us both
One where we both wither and dissipate into each other
Leaving behind fear
As strength can be found in each others breath
Secrets that taste both sorrow and new beginnings
And know not the reason why
Why angels taste as cryptic as they do
Why moments become lost while right in front of us
Why breaths become lost as that of the astronauts
Simply soaring without span
Infinite bliss
of the touch of your hand
Oblivion of the horror that was once scared to soar so high
Fertilible lips that multiply each & every moment meant for you and I
A disease meant only for us both
In sickness and in health
Purpose to why each moment with you is so crucial to a fantasy that's become reality
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