Tears tickle from my eyes.
As I am consume by the fire,
Formed by the fraction of pleasures.
Smells of something new,
A feel of something remembered.
The sight of beauty moved by the streams of desire,
That run across the width of my back.
Purity abides here,
As if I was looking upon a child,
Filled with the birth right of innocence.
My deepest dream could never,
Depict this wonder among wonders.
Surrounded by things familiar and things new.
The sweetness of being here is more lovely than the sweetest fruits
So I will stay here forever
Loving every minute that passes
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