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The Destined Love
He wears me as if I were his breath from his lips
He speaks to me as if were a part of him....
As if I were his subconscious
He stares as me as if I were a golden compass
A treasure guiding to everything which is unknown to him
He holds me tight as if I were to disappear
As if I were a sweet delusion or reality he refuses.....can't set free
He comes to me.... in person or dream as if I am his one......his flesh rib
As if time, death, or reincarnation could ever tear us part......He says
For it is a true destined love
He speaks to me as if were a part of him....
As if I were his subconscious
He stares as me as if I were a golden compass
A treasure guiding to everything which is unknown to him
He holds me tight as if I were to disappear
As if I were a sweet delusion or reality he refuses.....can't set free
He comes to me.... in person or dream as if I am his one......his flesh rib
As if time, death, or reincarnation could ever tear us part......He says
For it is a true destined love
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