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We would walk alone, through the forests and fields.
Discussing at length, all manners of beauty and desire.
Never once interrupted, our faces aglow from the remaining few beams and a glint in the eyes of one another .
Your pupils take the form of pure diamond, set in platinum, drowning in a sea of white gold.
Untouched by filthy hands, unmarked by anything at all.
And here, in this opening, we marvel together at the passing of another day.