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It starts with a truth- you had already existed at the innermost center of my being.
Do we want logic? Fishing for something instinctual. Your idiosyncrasies, your mind, that sweet and sneaky heart. Your voice. How you made me feel. You had a lens, although some of your math was wrong.
My love is an ancient love, but inventive too. A love that dedicates. A love that lasts, but chooses to allow.
You found that.
I deserve that.
You can always has that,
as long as you're precious.
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