Another Input on a Beautiful Mys
Through closed eyes guessed not I see what was saw, what was felt.
Through passion compared never to a feeling such as this.
For light of descendant time shines darker than present night,
And present light brighter than that of present sun.
Within lips of sacred pleasure lay weakness I cannot deny,
For within seconds can loss of paranoia voluntarily occur.
Perhaps a mystery over told through time do I rewrite.
Perhaps one star in a billion dotting the sky are you.
Perhaps consumed with unending desire am I,
For I still love though consequences are true.
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