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Tonight love speaks its magic
Surreal hands, poetic voice
The cost of romance and opacity of intimacy.
Fair legacies beyond impressions and fragrances
Have carved my imagination
Same with scene, shape, and sense.
Fields of art swerve my spirit
In bodies entertained
By intense aspirations of unwritten yearning.
Expressed by the rare device of senses
In adore of duo worlds justified as one tonight
Dancing to the bloom of music.
Tune by tune with the feet
While stars stand tall in the sky, entertained
Bring true luxury beyond breath in the art of love.
This poem is about:
Our world
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