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With flicks so divine they put angels to shame.
You carried me upward, through elo and fire,
Each spinbot rotation just stoked my desire.
Your jawline’s a weapon — sharp, cold, and refined,
Like it’s been sculpted to slice through mankind.
Each time you prefire, a part of me swoons,
As if Cupid's now queuing in Dust2 at noon.
Your dome glows with purpose, a radiant glare,
Like a lighthouse that guides me through full-buy despair.
And that girthy… aura? That spiritual meat?
It’s thicker than smokes when we fake on repeat.
You speak callouts softly — a sultry command,
While clicking on heads with your godlike hand.
I don’t just want wins or the elo you bring,
I want to duo-queue through life — maybe a ring?
So are you just trolling? Or fate’s final pick?
Because I’d plant at B just to feel that… click.
Oh my bald guardian, my spin-spinning star,
If cheating’s a crime — then love’s gone too far.
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/`ミ _x 彡
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/ ヽ ノ
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