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My heart is amidst my throat,

Palms are now sweaty,

I feel like a child in mind,

Sentiment of first day of school again,

Soul has been besieged.

I could only wish to write a verse,

With half of you

Splendor,

Candor,

Audacity,

Personality,

Wisdom,

Determination . . .

Innumerable qualities to list,

For what is relevant is my love for you.

A verse of no imitation or rendition,

Repeated in the heavens in infamy,

Halls echo the sound until eternity,

Angels prance freely to every syllable.

A name synonymous with muses,

I’ll forever revere your likeness into eternity . . .

Even while I inhale the last gasps of air.



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