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Keeper
In a dog instant, everything changes.
I've seen what lies waiting, and we're tainted because of it.
Random methods and planned anomalies plague and otherwise terrifying night,
and nowhere but tomorrow can remember today.
Yet perfect harmony, which sounds so complete, leaves me crying, needing, and risking it all; all for the hope of ten seconds more.
No struggle to remember the embrace of a lifetime,
an intimacy that I'll never forget -
melting into one another,
no sexual contact to lower the euphoria,
reaching far beyond climax; completely untagible,
only the exchange of invincible love...
but I'm still hoping...
hoping that the memory finds you again, that you'll remember with the fondness of ten-thousand wishes.
I'll never plan on you feeling the same way that I do,
dispairing in the loss of perfection personified,
tranquility in the memory of sensational touch,
magic unbound but controlled by our bond...
...I remember it well,
as clear as coffee; as dark as the sun.
If bleached bones and sacred tones are what make us, then we're doomed to decay without any remorse from our wonders.
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I was told my last signature was less than impressive. Maybe this one is better....
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