Your heart has grafted over mine,
So I can feel it beat,
and bleed,
and break
within my chest.
If I could sketch our world,
it would be in disarray.
How ordinary,
how boring,
must it be to ink it in.
And you, you, you, you,
inescapable you,
with your aura,
and your candles,
and your trunk,
you are magic.
How we became one
escapes me every time
I deign to think on it.
but so, bit by bit,
your touch is mine,
your laugh is mine,
your heart.
It beats within me.
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Submission Name: Magic Man
