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Two butterflies flew, danced around
Got cough in a spider web
It made them stick together
Now they Couldn't separate
We were the spider my love
We built the strings
pulled us together
And grip the strings forever
you are venomous my love
Get me intoxicated
Feel me with warmly tones
The blue mist gets scared away
We inject in each other
The sweet venom that bewitches
Intoxicates us
And we well never grow apart
In this enchanting dark web
You' like a mystic light
Dark spirit creature
Merge your soul with mine
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It makes me smile how you made me write my warmest poem in the coldest month, our soul regulates temperature in much different ways.
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collection of lost things
PoetryOnly from chaos we achieve change And when you change, what do you lose Let's go head on Cover: detail from "The Garden of Death" (1896) by Hugo Simberg
