Charm
I was buzzed on your brain,
Hearing your thoughts from far away.
It's a wonder that your head can contain
Notions of such a vast array.
I delighted in that repose,
And my favor you did sway.
Then the smile you exposed
Guaranteed I couldn't look away.
Wits of razor blades!
A laugh genuine to its core!
I wish that jollity would never fade;
I only want to see it more.
Now, I'm drunk on your cleverness,
And made snug by your insight.
Gladly, and with unceasing eagerness
I could listen to you talk all night.
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
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