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ecstasy.

I don't need a month or a year
to figure out he is the missing piece
of my tar-black heart.

one sight, one glance,
and I was in a trance.
he can't be human, he is a breathing art.

my heart stutters for it fears
such power that a mere
human holds and easily tears my fragile soul apart.

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