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a letter to-- II

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Zaratops

Published: Mar 9, 2010

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^{my everything,

have i told you that you are my everything? have i told you that you are my breath, my shudder, my sigh? you are. you are my heart beating and my heart pounding and my heart fluttering. you are my fingers holding on tightly and my lungs letting go. you are the ache in my chest and my head, the craving inside me. you are my longing and my satisfaction. sweet dreamer, you are my fever and desire. i am imbued with you, your disease. but i cannot contain you-i'm so filled with you, and you are my everything.

my love, my life,

i am you, yours, to ever's end.

S.L.}

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