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You give me your best
 i'll take you to the stars.
 All moon glitter
 with white sword pens
 (we will never end),
 there is an Eden in your hair.
 I can almost look through you,
 I am crouched over you
 and every filament of my being
 whispers stay.
 Your smooth white shoulders
  do not deny me
  and we reach a subtle,
  caressing plane.
  It's always been you
  it's decidedly you in my eyes
  filling my hands...