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I idolize every ingrown hair on your skin.
I idolize every word that you hit me with me.
I idolize your lumpy feet and your bewildered face.
I wrongfully remember our wild nights with passion and lust.
I lovingly think of our hateful dinners.
I calculate my life minus you equals two.
Oh how one’s fantasy can go beyond well shaped pink castles on bright airy clouds.

Sherlock & The Gypsy