The endless burning and swell of my lungs
Running towards the very thing I used to run from
Eyes wild and eager, pouring and consuming
Involuntary twitches of arms waiting to hold you
Love is a addictive poison and an spirited hunter
How I would devote my life to it is phenomenal
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