a basic love poem

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you are poetry mistaken for prose
your body is music no one else can compose
you're the fireworks on the 4th of July
you're a constellation forming in the midnight sky

you're the flowers blooming from the ground,
because your beauty is all around.
in this world you'll live and die,
but for right now you're my reason why

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