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Framed into
perfection indeed- my
secret lover, and
I.

Unmindful of
a trap, blindly adored
by hungry eyes-a mocking
illusion to capture- foolish
glances unwittingly
thrown.

The constant
echoes of freedom
whispering secretly- envied
above and beyond the
comfort of lucid
dreams.

I heard,
my secret lover
calling after
my soul.

I, and my
secret lover own
moments born from
glorious feasts- adorned
with symphony¶s breath
discreetly pursued
with obsession.

But still-
I never learn
how to dance with
My secret lover.

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