love, i descend
i can even descend
some more, to reach
the floor of
death, and i do not
mind, for the pleasure
is even greater still
even if i perish.
love, count me in,
i am knocking at
the door of your
heart, let me in,
i am ready to be
taken into this
oblivion, i, can,
remember, or even
if not, i have
lived and loved
you to the
fullest.
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