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You bloomed my world, from darkness to light,
Came and held my hand, erased my pain, my fight.
You became the star of my loneliest nights,
My soul devotes to you, bound to your light.

I crave every inch of you, until my last breath sighs,
You're my perfect fiction, alive before my eyes.

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