You, you are my Magick at night,
And also my inspiration to write for my love for you is deeper than the Nile; farther than the trench.
I think of you night and day and tomorrow I will love you forever and always like I always have been.
You are my favorite thing to think about.
The things I like about you are your subtle comments; your quick witted attitudes of fire behaving as warmth.
You are water on fire while I am here alone trying to make sense of the world and its weight.
You are my favorite person dear thing.
What philosophy of math; what the written language of arithmetic cannot solve.
You are out of proportion my dear. It means you are hard to understand.
And I wanna know what you think about.
I want to solve the arithmetic; the algebra of your mind.
What dear I pray?
What philosophy do you follow?
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