Inanity

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Your brown hair and eyes,
Are my very sustenance.
Each step you take,
Further worthies my existence.

The hidden pearly whites,
When your lips part
A strange passion they ignite,
In the deepest depths of my heart.

Your long locks grip my very soul.
Now as you further the width,
I wonder at my heart's hole,
As you were never mine to begin with.


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