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Love And All Its Faces Those words-
More perfectly crafted than the Sistine ceiling.
Spoken in that voice-
As delicate and warm as a summer breeze.
Ah, fuck it.
...this was gonna be a poem about all these things about you that I love, and how they're not so wonderful knowing I can't be with you, yada, yada, yada.
But honestly, I just don't have the energy for this shit.
