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was it not

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was it not my purpose to fall in love with you but to be happy, to taste your wildish passion, the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller, the writer costumed as a soldier of the words using the polychromic vestments of illusions provoking me, confessing till I'm pouring down amazing, for I hate you so much as I miss you

fresh roses

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you know all of me∙∙∙ • at the beginning everything was black and white; after that, it appeared blue and yellow • slowly, like a deity with an army of stars, i conquered all the earth's colors, diffusing on you a wild and exotic aroma of my essence • a few months later, undomesticated, — love bloomed invitingly, such as fresh roses‧‧‧ and concomitantly hungry, like the wolf

keep you dry

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perfect night, inundated with quintessential dreams... — shapes your silhouette 𓇼 love doesn't make mistakes; knows to amplify your essence, deep enough to keep you dry