LGBTQ+ love

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I watch her She breathes And silently, I ask her Marry me The words catch in my throat so evilly  For the sake of what 
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Indeed, you would love her too  if you would only see her  sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen with a flower in her hair  and a lyrical smile. 
I find her in my bedroom, grinning,  Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down  “I just needed a kirby grip.”   She stiffens up, stands straight,
We fell through the crust by our own choosing.  Cracking, beneath our boots, and with a clamour We disappeared.    You are angelic 
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