i love you always forever

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Today, I woke up with happiness in me.
Didn't let me look at it, but it whispered, —
I'm in there and in those, a nearness and
a profound range around you. Feel me like
a star detached out of you and taken back,
for our joy to be at the bottom of the soul.
Reality is sung by the breeze from where I am.
The birds are the messenger painting the sky
with the color, i-love-you-always-forever

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