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There's different types of love, some weaker than others.

Crystallized thoughts, searching looks

you

 fire, reaching to the sky, torrid, fanatical

you

A clear fiction, strangled by your dreamscape

you

A chrysalis of protection, hot burning passion

you

No wine untasted, no fruit uneaten,

you,

modestly hidden interests, searching looks.

What secrets have we become?

What have we become?

You are an imposter, you are in my veins

a mirror of my evil

you are me, and i am you

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar/no rhyme; poetry doesn't always have to rhyme