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The things that make us smile are but the shells of life.
A life without meaning if filled by loveless days.
In our beauty, we thrive in motion to each other.
In contentment and suspense.
Forced to obey the wishes of the heart, we are desperate.
Love is made by God.
Just as the rain, or an afternoon spent indulging in such.
Indulging in so much.
Might we stay awhile?
Perceiving only eachother...
In euphony... Perfection in our beauty