His face covered in acute black stubble
Busker who joins my night is my lover
Brings with him a touch so loving, feeble
It is clear he was destined for the greatness
Sleek August wind rush, fated wonder
Bundles for sweet Latin prodigiousness
Ruined bonds that create avid thunder
Nude whispers like the sun shines at midnight
Strange person who sings with chords of alloy
Grass falls toward the sky moonless sunlight
Chanted touch, he is a magic Yule toy
Controversial man of thoughts lost in skill
Love so deep it fulfills my greatest thrills
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