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Primer Amor

I walk with dreaming Gods and fallen angels,

but I kneel for my true love.

She lives in a heaven that I long to inhabit,

King of all she surveys and of all of my bad habits.

I blame my mania on her beauty and she blames her pale skin for her blushes,

sweet daughters of Eden,

falling in love amongst the lilacs and violets.

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