Limerence

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Dive into the abyss of my dreams,
Lay beside me in the lush greens,
Look up to the ethereal skies,
And this plethora of stars that twinkle
like your iridescent eyes;

From the reverie, we stroll into the misty aurora.
My body is numb but I still feel the euphoria
- Of this powerful symphony,
You are the epiphany.

Artist: Karan Shah

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