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SO OFTEN 2018 —2020
Architecture
Mark
Portfolio
Robinson

So often, lovers believe that the with a strong devotion. With
ones who were once a whole in such a strong devotion that she
past come together in present. does not know where to put her
2. To the illustration of the depart-
They recognize each other with hands without his hands. He
the spots that they have left on feels empty without her hands.
ment of this noble science which
their skin - the fingerprints that Tonight, she falls asleep caressing
they have left upon their bodies. his hands. Even when she sleeps,
may be designated the Poetry of
They carry their fingerprints with she still caresses his hands. He

a so tender love, a tender love as feels blessed with such a pure
Architecture, this and some future
love that he carves his kisses on
vastly entwining as the sky is.
So often, they believe that they her hands. He caresses his beard
articles will be dedicated.
have descended from the past. She to feel the same touch as she did,
yearns for him over and over each to recreate the depth of love she
day they talk. One kiss from him gives to him.

seals her lips forever at night. He So often, they speak a language
longs for her over and over every of their own, a transcendence of

night. The hazel gaze of her eyes love that only they could talk.
devours his heart. They like to say their names to
So often, miracles do happen in each other with an abundance

their life. Miracles that show their of love. Their voice adapts to
love is rooted in history, their past the ethereal beauty of their soul,

lives merged as one. The delicate finding a place to rest. He collects
warmth of their connection is a playlist of her. He unearths her
knotted with the memories of the voice. His heart whispers a desire

past. Their love is there, engraved that only wants her. Her tone is
and etched into perpetuity. They imprinted on his mind. Tonight,
dance under the serendipitous he falls asleep to her melody

moonlight of their heart. So often reverberating. She clasps to the
they find themselves in old pho- sounds that they make.
tographs of people whom they So often, she finds herself adoring

do not know. Those photographs him. She adores him with a so
ignite a glimpse of a memory soft devotion that she carries

that they had shared before. So a celestial map of desire that
often, their eyes cascades with belongs to him. A hand-written
tears, tears of love that they like to letter, delivered from the vessels

wipe with their soft touches. He of her love. Every detail blissful-
reaches to her hand and holds it ly pouring from heaven.

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