You've written I love you 100 times over on my lips;
leading to my heart like a cancer that kills slowly with perfection.
I'm not giving any thought that this is my end because bliss is how I would like to leave.
I want to trace it out for you on the edges of my fingertips and ease your mind into believing that all of this is true.
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