An octave above
is where my love
breeds eternity
were I without you now
my sound like mist would fade
if only you would stay
and blind you would remain
an octave above
is where infinity rests
where my love bests
the presence of my disease
and in this space a dissonance would grace the primacy of our place
though,
an octave above
is where I love
and bleed every seed anew,
to dwell inside of you.
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