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my heart beats for 3 now new little ladies came and during amusement games stole the f****r there is the one of painted porcelain sap..

she set the sun down and invited in the cool autumn sweet the sound of rustling leaves learning flight clumsy but driven Alas..

unfold the stained glass patterned wings sweet angel go now each tiny breath expands the day save this grin as rations for cold nights ..

shall we stay among these weightless clouds my dear prepare for a life of utter happiness each breath you take I'll guard feverishly each..

I'm a morning wordman conjuring the inadequate mumble to my heated dashboard cauldron words so nimble and words so quick words that pierce l..

the rebirth came with glorious grins flopped merrily like beached fish I struggled to hold back my tears as happiness dressed in mud ..

this ache overwhelmed even for the poet I looked up and saw you there in painted framed beauty looking down with treasures show..

I know you any giggle I pull from the basket is adored I adore them all unconditionally dear moon of my sky where once I traveled..

we packed lightly for the cotton candied clouds amidst honeysuckle peanut brittle skylines on chariots of prettier rainbows with blushin..

the sun gave your gaze life as fresh butterfly's we struggled with colored wings at this rebirth reassurance sent us soaring in the charmin..