The smell of ruffling papers. The aroma of words, the pigment of the ink soaking through to the pages below. The fragrance of poetry. The ambriosa of hollow art. The beautiful scent of the parchment pieces bringing my thoughts to life; telling you what I know; speaking up, speaking out, speaking to you what I believe to be true. Reaching up, reaching out, reaching over, reaching to the ends of the earth. Spinning around along with this world. If I could stretch myself across oceans for you, you know I would. Everything would be glorious and perfect for you if the world only knew. How much you mean to me, how much you mean to the world. You are more than you could have ever dreamed, so enticing to me it seems.
Sparkling, shining, carressing arms...
smiling, glowing, charming face...
careening, dancing, wildly out of control for you...
crashing into your hands...
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