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"Questions"
I stopped asking questions once met you.
The answers paled in comparison to my gratitude to Fate, Destiny, or Coincidence.
Her rule over humanity,
and I move with her wake,
Brought you before me.
Expectations faltering to your reality.
Your hue, blanched yet marked by earthy constellations, where I hoped for
Only noticeable if I drift from the nebulae within your eyes.
Bold words meant that ease my mind as I recalled our coupling.
The idea of pointless query residing when you do,
Unnecessary.