That sort

You know
that warmth that guides
the bubbling sensation, which rises
in the heart that finds joy, garnished in
hair; bright and golden, shirt; white like laughs,
jeans; blue as oceans in rest, shoes like clouds,
smile; like perfection. That savory joy,
disguised as you, my dear friend,
has found me.
Now.

[smiling uncontrollably]

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