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Blessed are thy words
Positivity is just a paradox
Or that I am your disciple
My parallel universe
Or perhaps my world
Eloquence or possibly cynosure
Dulcet words or magic emollient?
Lilt vibes or Panacea?
Pyrrhic quintessential or tides in Susquehanna?
Wafture talisman or summery Seraglio
Bucolic or brood thoughts?
Thou art no pictures
Gossamer imbue or panoply quintessential?
What makes you so special?
Your calm voice or your gentle smile?
Perfection is just a word, a word which you express
An emotion that you inscribe, inscribe in my heart
Look what have you done, stolen away things
Things of great value, things with great love
That love is for you, indeed for you.
~Ihsaan


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