The Substance of things,seen but never felt.Little agonies to my heart.Soft,subtle,words,whispered so hastily in the dark.Hidden in shadows,obsured by all the noise we make.The us to the me that you see,Is it true?My body aches all over still in a swoon,a stupor.My senses numbed and still you keep pounding,pounding,to get in.I lay awake at night traces of you still in me.No matter how hard i try to erase it,the song still remains the same.And..I..AM..Lost in it.So around the Mulberry Bush we go.And London Bridge has long since fallen down.Just as I fall down,to worship you at your feet.A love so strong,so true,it kills me,and still,in all this combersome darkness,and still I see only you.And while prying eyes strain to see,theres nothing left of me.So,I sit and wait.I watch...still knowing it all signifies nothing.All in the comtemplation of you.

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I think ur a friggin genuis.although,i may be biased.