Kept

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Kept by you.

There must be precious metals in my veins.

A mysterious magnetism.

On the brink of insanity

With passion you fill my lungs.

My eyes.

My heart.

A detonation.

My destruction upon your touch

Making room for new matter.

My perseverance.

My tears.

We have arrived

Yet still

We soar.

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