i'm so in love with you

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for i'm so in love with you 
don't ask yourself... why, 
but just think... why not¿?

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an ending, a beginning

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i’m the kiss of beautiful dreams, — i’m the duchess with the drug of love on my lips, — i’m the sacrament of tender gestures and luminescence of eyes’ susurration, — i’m chiseled by his envisions vibrating not only in my heart but in any paradigm, — i’m the goddess of goddesses, — his… i am the splendor of an ending, a beginning... i'm in his formidable mood
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yum

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in the spatial pub of a dream, your time reserved the table, — music; the crystalline gestures of us are orchestrating the main menu; we taste a smile, but dessert winks at us, pushing the moment into a yum ambiance; we're admired by a hug and a kiss which do pirouettes on poetry's floor (...in the spatial pub of a dream)
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lighthouse light

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graced in chromatic love of yours, my lips know what they want they ask nothing, — just take, engaging your lips playfully to be like a bumblebee on a peony bud… guided gently by a lighthouse light through a foamy curtain of stars, blue paradise savors… our prelude uninhibited
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i'll come running

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i bloom with the dawns when i don't spend time with night, (engaged in my dreams) ⋯ on dreams' lips i am the touch you long for, (best thrill), if i'll come running ⋯ love's strength get us drunk, but so do the dreams and hopes trapped in our souls' whirls ⋯ we live time as it's, — (without past and future), just lust for each other ⋯ moaned the day and night, intertwined since forever through their present time
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only you

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Known by you and only you, it meows some memories. Some, have flowers' shapes, others, look like diamonds. Some, perfume the dreams, others, drag you in shadows. Some, touch longings' souls, others, search for words' lips. Some, appear out of the blue, others, disappear in whispers. Some, are just humming love, others, perform just pirouettes. Some, embody your ideal, others tangle your universe. Some have sincere feelings, others hover sporty in your air. ⋯ And some, and others, jointly, are licking your mind and soul. And some, and others, exercise in the spectacle of your being. You're the hero of your smiles that domesticates the wrinkles. Each facet belongs to memories. And all falls exclusively to you. No one interprets 'em except you. Faultlessly, only you, dear friend.
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love it

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(again... smoothly, he flirted with her) — why would I want to be  a paintbrush  today... milady... (‽ 𓇼 [and again...], (she butterflied... to him) — perhaps your feelings want to interpolate with mine for inserting your technique and poetic colors to portray me as you love it... (‽) 𓇼 [at his turn...], (he butterflied to her, too) — [pink peony are your lips], [purple sky and beige of the universe  is your wavy hair], [the taste of blue sky is  the reality seen in your eyes], [while your body fragrance goes...] well, —  it will depend on the view of the watcher...
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reflections of the story I am

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same date, same month, same hour, different year exploring deeply the reflections of the story I am while other new chapters like many myriad others are waiting happily to be sublimely explored and invoked at the category of wonder with pleasure using some joyfulness & the visionary innocence of my spirit balanced delightfully at life's power in the abundance of love to my subtly delectation tchin-tchin Γ  la α΅α΄Όα΅α΄ΌπŸ₯‚
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beautiful people

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Your dream gets in my dream whenever wants. There is no any other power able to control it. There is no prescribed mechanism to forbid it. The bewildering joy and the groggy happiness are dominating both dreams. Mine and yours... ⋯ The key to explore a dream in a dream, belongs  only to beautiful people. The rest can only hope. But hope is perverse. And botch the appearance. And sometimes, steps on everything, arrogantly, aiming for having even what wasn't meant for it. ⋯ It whispered my instinct, verified by all my souls which live in my soul and nourish my entire being. ⋯ All the souls of my soul possess their own source. Dream has its soul. Why do you think I dream‽ Writing, too... But so has the laughing. And so on... ...the Love. Why do you think I love, and I'm loved‽ Why your dream gets in my dream as it please···‽ ⋯ (giggling), (mysteriously blooming), (kissing... me)
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adrenaline

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the whispers' rustling of my carefree thoughts, it echoes through the channels of your mind ‧ the writings of my kisses are navigating on the river of wild daisies under a midnight ‧ far and wide, dreamy, bright even stormy, you're perfumed with me... your DNA bears me ‧ by my side, you feel a mesmerizing adrenaline; you — on drama//city realm, me — on comic side
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you really got me

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your mind wants me to make your dream heavenly your heart took pulse of my heart full with oneiric optimism in your blood is dancing menuetto and presto, my torches' molecules... — you really got me... — your soul proudly wears my essence, — un p'tit je ne sais quoi undefinable defined
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