Woman
I worship her always like the vision of a goddess the beat of my blood is weak with the beauty of her love will chant the death of time like a symphony of winter sad love is a scream of white a whisper beneath my skin a thousand moments together like a delicate storm i stare at you as I cry gorgeous is life and she is you (For Thea)
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