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The beat of my heart runs
Erratic when your divinity
Is in the vicinity.
And when my thoughts turn to even your name,
The breath in my lungs becomes entrapped
And those thoughts are lucid no longer,
But instead have been bettered by your introduction unto them.
All of my sorrows and concerns vanish in your presence.
I sometimes like to marvel at your apparent perfection,
And bask in your perpetual glory
Until I am drawn back to earth by matters
Of a frivolous nature.
Even then, I can hardly bear to think of issues that don't concern you.
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