in a gallery of art, i would rather look at you

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so delicately his touch painted an ancient message on my skin

and an eternity passed before us, lived by only a second

he taps the keys of my bones and my skin melts gloriously into a puddle of affection

he gazes at me with starry night eyes

mysterious like the mona lisa

but i have explored every part of his masterpiece

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