if you’re the mystery of the world, i’ll be a scientist forever. studying your every detail. savoring every drop of sweat that falls from you in ecstasy. the immutable laws of your universe drawn out on chalkboards. which are also covered in equations that spin and sway and sparkle and still say nothing of your beauty.
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