Your love
hurts me.
It becomes
more than I
can bear,
more than I
can comprehend.
You have become
so vibrant
and unlimited.
Your blossoms
have emerged
from their
hybernation
in full scale.
It must have
been so dark
where you were
before,
so stagnant.
How did you
become such a
beautiful flower,
when you were
grown
in such
an aphotic
state?
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