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thinkwithoutwords:

To weave a thought longer than your black hair,

I cleave through black noise like a cosmic stream,

I’ve left my right mind amazingly bare,

To heft your burdens has been my one dream,

Across these cosmos I did long wander,

Collecting the stuff of sweet and spices,

I, gathered all love for you there yonder,

So wicked a quilt, though this, my vice is,

I’ve woven you a moment, sans rehearse,

This moment, thought; can spawn a universe.

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