Bis! Bis! The crowd reigns,
Overflowing in amusement, and a touchy feeling of a sloth.
Keeping the rather pervading discourse of all things earthly maintains a high tolerance.
Becoming more independent and less attention-seeking is the mouse now.
An Ice Age can't be Cold, a flood keeps us at bay.
What is above, falls to the bay.
My patience is running thin, like a jealous boy for his mother's attention.
I will run to you on the 2nd.
But it can't end.
You have my hand, and know I can't pretend.
Not for the attention, you know the verse.
Sparsing new ideas. Writing to the universe.
I've never felt the Valentine's Day. With you it took every ounce of one pain away.
The one pain is love, and it recoursed.
Imagine.
Tireless work. Needless Fear.
Love with you is undisputed directly Forth...
My fount is now raging like the torrent of the sane.
Getting dressed and kissing you.. THIS is Our only way.
Where the virtues of the ocean stand alone, in clear light.
I remember certain mysteries that now stand vibrant, in plain sight.
Only, needing you now and in know, otherwise alone in spirit.
...For a trillion years.
One red carpet. Maybe a few divine ones.
You have every piece of perfection that makes a perfect love expression.
There's so much to do, I've created your easy.
I want to hold you forever, and you of course my dear.
Could've conjured more silence.
There is hope also in that distance.
Theories we can dance.
April 2nd is the date. We need nothing just my glove.
Incase a fleck of gold comes by, I need to stow it where to find.
Even our words moved the mountains and our lips a shield divine.
As you nuzzle my breast I tenderly hold you in significant more.
The great attractor is open, with white leverage for the floor.
Might you have seen the sky? If we continued to travel in the Sydney.
Souls mating for the self, it's getting terse and less history.
My love, the worlds are waiting, let's get the life and lift.
(Jesus is the Word)
Never so good with metaphors. Your syntax is better.
Here's a caramel covered sentence, in a room full of letters.
Each of them for you, as nitrogen martians continue... ew.
These are blind like our rooms and eyes in you-- the perfection of the News.
I'd rather believe in a forever connection where love making is what makes reeling back man's invention.
Sometimes we weep because we sleep and it's so heavenly it won't end.
Every morning jumping up and no problem. Knowing love and the way it fuses us together until we fly.
You jump in to my arms, I hope you straddle like a stallion. My white oxen doesn't tolerate whipping, not our love... we can't keep glancing.
The tender gift of life awaits.
You give me angst. My legs shake.
This earth, I am carrying, as a flag to run further and waiting to proclaim, to Saving, for saving does, it's the edge all.
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Overflowing in amusement, and a touchy feeling of a sloth.
Keeping the rather pervading discourse of all things earthly maintains a high tolerance.
Becoming more independent and less attention-seeking is the mouse now.
An Ice Age can't be Cold, a flood keeps us at bay.
What is above, falls to the bay.
My patience is running thin, like a jealous boy for his mother's attention.
I will run to you on the 2nd.
But it can't end.
You have my hand, and know I can't pretend.
Not for the attention, you know the verse.
Sparsing new ideas. Writing to the universe.
I've never felt the Valentine's Day. With you it took every ounce of one pain away.
The one pain is love, and it recoursed.
Imagine.
Tireless work. Needless Fear.
Love with you is undisputed directly Forth...
My fount is now raging like the torrent of the sane.
Getting dressed and kissing you.. THIS is Our only way.
Where the virtues of the ocean stand alone, in clear light.
I remember certain mysteries that now stand vibrant, in plain sight.
Only, needing you now and in know, otherwise alone in spirit.
...For a trillion years.
One red carpet. Maybe a few divine ones.
You have every piece of perfection that makes a perfect love expression.
There's so much to do, I've created your easy.
I want to hold you forever, and you of course my dear.
Could've conjured more silence.
There is hope also in that distance.
Theories we can dance.
April 2nd is the date. We need nothing just my glove.
Incase a fleck of gold comes by, I need to stow it where to find.
Even our words moved the mountains and our lips a shield divine.
As you nuzzle my breast I tenderly hold you in significant more.
The great attractor is open, with white leverage for the floor.
Might you have seen the sky? If we continued to travel in the Sydney.
Souls mating for the self, it's getting terse and less history.
My love, the worlds are waiting, let's get the life and lift.
(Jesus is the Word)
Never so good with metaphors. Your syntax is better.
Here's a caramel covered sentence, in a room full of letters.
Each of them for you, as nitrogen martians continue... ew.
These are blind like our rooms and eyes in you-- the perfection of the News.
I'd rather believe in a forever connection where love making is what makes reeling back man's invention.
Sometimes we weep because we sleep and it's so heavenly it won't end.
Every morning jumping up and no problem. Knowing love and the way it fuses us together until we fly.
You jump in to my arms, I hope you straddle like a stallion. My white oxen doesn't tolerate whipping, not our love... we can't keep glancing.
The tender gift of life awaits.
You give me angst. My legs shake.
This earth, I am carrying, as a flag to run further and waiting to proclaim, to Saving, for saving does, it's the edge all.
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