Arent you aware now, darling?
Bordering on the overwhelming delight of obscenity?
Call out for those you love.
Deny the hardship, it doesnt rhyme.
Easy enough to
Forget.
Greeting the synonymous recurrences.
Heavy hands, and gasping for air.
Intimate reverence for a mystery...
Juxtaposed in the forefront,
Kinetic labor!
Laid down, and laid bare.
Moving to town with no idea.
No agenda in sight,
Over and over,
Presence in a puddle,
Quintessential,
Rover.
Sedentary,
Tumultuous,
Under their thumb,
Vanguard
Wisdom.
Xesturgy for whats hardened...
You may shine...
Zealously, my dear.
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