This lust rises
In me and like a rose
I wilt in denial
His lacrimose antimonium specialty of
Thinking like a genius
His quaking freedom and mystique
I am once again fallen how help me
Save me I am the dew on the spring flower
For once mistral takes me and aloft I sweep over the farmland
Terranious offerings and a bit sober to the touch
He sees me and I am frozen
Oh! Longing, down special craft inundated
So much more than how one can be spelled
The crest of seasonal things and
A meandering time
Just for me
Just for once
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varjak