Around her, I become pure, the uncompounded element of myself.
Each day I see her, I cannot fathom
how she has managed to wake up even more
divine, ravishing, breath-taking
than the night before when she rested her head upon my shoulder.
How I love her; it's as if I've never loved before...
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No but for realsies, all this #deathofdoma stuff is really making me miss her. (She's at a festival currently). I'm totally deficient in vitamin robynflavin.
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