you are more than you were yesterday.
you are less than you will be tomorrow.
softly i am pulled into a perfect abdication.
the white folds billow in the coolest of zephyrs.
my face crinkles into a grin that spreads to my ears--
of all the beauty to fill a world for ages upon ages
it is you that intrigues beyond comparison.
Profitez de votre temps, cher.
Je suis le votre.
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