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I’ll give you all the words in me,
the love, the truth that’s formed in we.
The grasp composed
in words that kiss,
when love is an art form,
it’s truly bliss.
Blessed, compelled,
some wonderful way composed,
the comprehension
of a rose
is the lack of awareness,
the beauty it holds.

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