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As your lips pass over mine,
My heart gasps and grips onto life,
Pulling itself from permanent death and into daylight.

As your brain spills into mine,
I realize your knowledge is as Eden;
Overwhelming, perfect, ethereal.

As your palm runs across mine,
My doubts die on my wine-stained fingertips,
Atoning for every fault I could ever commit.

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