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Fungal cities subterranean
Curve the forest floor
We walk on this sunken mystery
Trunks bursting through the moss from our love
(Should I soften the blow of life on him?)
(Cottonwool cocoon him?)
His capacity for love is enormous
His vibrant optimism happens to be my faith too
His body calligraphs the space above my bed
Horizontal signature on my skin (I'm raptured, I'm raptured)
I'm in rapture, ooh
Perfumed velvet darkness (should I soften the blow of life on him?)
(Should I soften the blow of life on him?)
(Cottonwool cocoon him?)
His capacity for love is enormous
His celebrational intelligence is ridiculous
His capacity for love encourages me to have
Capacity for love (is enormous)
His vitality repolarises me
My north-south shifts to east-west
Capacity for love (for love)
Capacity for love
Capacity for love (love)
Capacity for love (for love, capacity)
Capacity for love (capacity for)
Capacity for love
