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{poetry}

chemistry is our mistress elusive in some and ever present in us.

that spark hit us on sunset boulevard and has no signs of slowing.

we’ve tried to stay away but some things cannot be stopped.

a connection which dare not be denied.

of this physical: your hands slay me ignite me and lose me unreal.

your mouth is my narcotic the craving is unnerving.

your cerebellum drives me crazy my pulse makes you swear.

i could breathe you in for hours on end it hardly seems fair.

its been an awfully impressive mess a wonderfully fucked love affair.

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