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Mine.

Illuminating circles of luminescent light caress the edges of your enticing form

The hues intensify in your eyes as colours contrast within your visionaries

Wrinkles form on the edges of your affectionaries, you are divine.

Scars run deeper than the darkest of deserted dreams

But you are mine.

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