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I love you infinitely.
My first thought of the day,
my last thought at night,
and nearly every thought in between.
What I wouldn’t give to be lost in
the hue of those spring-growth eyes,
the shade of the blades of grass
in the vast pastures
we only dream
of skipping through,
for the rest of my life.
I would not want anyone else,
Beloved.
— A.M. Sención
2023
This writing is my original work. Do not reproduce without permission.
"In this way, / should the moon be unattainable, then you shall fall upon a star."
12.2024
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