He is the epiphany my creative mind created in the epilogue of my epic sense of perfection...My stomach writhes when I write about his likeness, a nervousness that unnerves me yet is comfortably encompassing...Bliss blinds me just enough to banish my bereavement of loves lost long ago...I emerge from my covert amorous annotations, overt and naked at his feet...
.FIN
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