the light burns my skin - i've always been unqualified, not akin
slow steady decent into the underworld - a short pause with streaks of light
startled, terrified but oddly comfortable and sure
certain describes the way my soul seems to vibrate
they say love isn't jealous, that is easy, simple, effortless.
to deny you would be similar to denying the wind
inexplicably and undeniably meant to be - you and me
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