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Close the tomes that so inspire you, they fill your head with clouds. Joy comes from the great epicenter of my soul, it is there that you must seek it. Appease my selfish desire, you will be glad you obliged. I will crawl into your skin and staple your heart to mine. That is where it belongs, you have always been mine, even in your foggiest memory you walked hand in hand with me frothing at the mouth for more. You can see it, you can feel it, you want to run but you are frozen under my grasp. I will not release what is rightfully mine, I will slay for your affection if I must. And I have. I am destroyed under the gaze of my immaculate dolmen