Hello New Music, The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows.
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