Panoramic aromavision is the future. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles.
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