I can see you from here, smiling.
Happy and free like a bird of royalty.
Though I do cry behind my mask,
For my own pain is my very own cage.
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Awh, this poem is so sweet! 'Celibate in my purest heart, making love To my solemn memories of your body.' I love this line expecially.
Bullets of joy...Raining down upon the heads of the infinitely sensitive.