power

I took your senses' seeds
and planted 'em in my lawn
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I gave 'em shapes and colors
in an inexplicable mystery
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I enriched 'em with bouquets
of queer dreams and delights
𓇼
everything I am, I'm ecstasy
folded in your love's drops
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history isn't startled at all
you were meant to my power

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