accoustic rhetorics

is your personality that fulfill my desire, not the desire of which my personality

fulfilled,

is your sickness that takes my obsession with it,

for you do not know the pain of missing someone so dearly,

love is the beauty of which is not tradable, is not even exchangeable, is about two becoming one,

is you with all you have in sweet, sweeter, and the sweetest, 

liquidy and so pinky in transparent, full of wild imagination,

before the sun rises end with the full moon in set.

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