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Remember Manfred Mann. "Momma always told me..." I never really listened when they said not to look. That was the day I staked my love in rebellion. Our eyes met, first through my fingers, peeking, My innocence bathed in its consuming stare, Then slowly I embraced the pain of looking directly, Until I couldn’t see clearly without its gaze. Super nova, cleanse me slowly; I want to be like your red giant. Path in time forsaken for this Gentle enlightening bliss. Piercing through my skull and digging to the center, Awakening beauty I had not conceived of prior: First a glow, then a beacon. This vibrance surpasses reason, Like a holy secret, Sweeping over me. Closing two to open three, Blazing through my shields, thin: Red like no matte could show, Brighter than the blood within. Super nova, cleanse me slowly; I want to be like your red giant. Path in time forsaken for this Gentle enlightening bliss. I want to be your red giant. Make me like the red.
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