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oh, Love

oh, Love
you leave me tangled up in your immaterial trappings,
writhing in the wrappings of a dream,
clinging to your gleaming glances like bitter blanket threads
that cannot be woven in

oh, Love
you leave me speechless in your tangible tangles,
dreaming in a spectacular spectrum,
staring at the edges of your stunning silhouette
unable to climb aboard

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