In my world there is a perfect love.
In my world there is a perpetual sun.
Come to me.
Look for the incandescent moon,
blossoming into full radiance,
casting sheen to the sky of night.
Smell the delectable pungency of cedar,
canopying the forest floor,
softening your footsteps.
Taste the salty spray of the ocean’s vapor,
spewing its breath onto your pores,
embracing and uniting
you to...
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