i love you. the back of your earlobes are furry like kissing eyelashes. and smirks feed shooting stars for weeks.
the tempo of hip bones have chosen send vibrations through linoleum where roots once thought to grow.
i love you like i love the city's seasons, with tender necessitation. hibernation backed with free back shrieking, walks behind sultry mosquito bites and the motley turn.
for your affection, i alchemy my my's and we's and your's into fine diamonds and precious alloy tourniquets, i find ribbons in thin airs and daisy chain your hair with silver well wishes.
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