You are my salvation.
You are my guardian angel.
You are my four-leaf clover.
You are my psychosis.
You are my dream.
You are my reality.
You are my mirage.
You are my illusion.
You are my willpower.
You put me to sleep at night.
You are my lullaby.
You are my divine sin.
You are the strings of my heart.
You are the articulation of my joints.
You are the fibres of my muscles.
You are the nerves of my brain.

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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoésieA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.