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Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness. Kiss By Kiss I Cover Your Tiny Infinity, Your Margins, Your Rivers, Your Diminutive Villages, And A Genital Fire, Transformed By Delight, Slips Through The Narrow Channels Of Blood To Precipitate A Nocturnal Carnation, To Be, And Be Nothing But Light In The Dark.

And When You Appear All The Rivers Sound In My Body, Bells Shake The Sky, And A Hymn Fills The World.

As If You Were On Fire From Within. The Moon Lives In The Lining Of Your Skin.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us