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You fill up my senses

With the essence that is you

My soul cries to know more

Now searching

Forever searching

On a plane of existence

Not known before

Truth withheld

Promises yet to be kept

Depth of blue

And I am turning

And spinning

First obscure

Then so clear

But abstract in view

I sense you

Then I dont

You touch me

But you are not

Time is now

And then is not

Take me

Find me

Place me

Where I want to be

I desire

To be

Filled

By you

Every sense

Of my

Soul

The Lucid

Controlled

Turmoil

That

Is me