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I imagined love was linear ~ In that artery, out that vein ~ Exes bound by why's ~ A midnight glance on a moonlit lane ~ When I glimpsed her, theory died ~ I lay upon her rack ~ I dreamt of crimson meadows ~ Surrounded by those petals black
