He charms me with his voice as he croons like an angel. My darling; a storm is brewing and you are a hurricane. The sound of your voice is the reason I am living. Your life is a canvas I wanna paint on. Because you. You make up mine. I dream of you in visions that exceed the bottom of the deepest trench. I dream of you farthest from the sea lying across the largest bodies of water. I dream of you unfathomable of the whole existence of the consciousness of your mind; also unfathomable of the existence of theis whole universe composed of a kaleidescopic body of constellations all the way to unborn stars. I dream of you that way, and when I wake up to see the sun I daydream about having you beside me.
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