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There is something that you can’t quite explain,
When your core erupts in celebration,
And this feeling simply makes you insane,
A simple glimpse gives you this sensation.
The angel pierces with her deep dark eyes,
Your stunned soul starts to bleed with emotions,
And she feasts as your guard meets its demise,
Your heart switches fealty with her potions.
The brush of her skin is like heaven’s touch,
And her smile gives off a radiant glow,
Days pass and she strengthens her rabid clutch,
Love has arrived and the ground is way too low.
One must return to earth and realize,
Fantasy is truth and not a few lies




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