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the entire thing is a setup, a divine accord, it shouldn’t have taken ten thousand suns yet hear we are, blissful and serene, I picture our sky, waking up as if to dream, happiness inside tangled sleep. Those thoughtful eyes and that angled jaw, we formulated, we engaged, the same flawed cord, we poured our hearts, on to the same silver-lettered page, my priest, my god, my pavilion, my sage, we broke our sacred epitaph, a hundred wishes kiss my face, if you listen our whispers echo moments into space, blessed imperfection our soulful state, every language of love traces us back to this place.