«the way you write»

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You write so beautifully that sometimes I forget how to write, I forget how to exhale my letters and turn them into syllables I forget how to live outside your pages and my ears forget to listen to anything else that isn't you, I pour your words into my vessels and they reach my heart and then spread unto my whole body, every cell devouring them hungrily, every limb mimicking your gentle touches, stroking my skin softly, finding traces of your hands, you write so beautifully, that I find myself living inside the world you create, not the world outside and that my darling is magical.

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