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Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Panoramic aromavision is the future. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile.