Go find yourself, locked in an array of
Roses and mayflowers
Erased from all senses unrelenting from
Generation of loving the wrong
Someones
Girlish giggles and
Instant pride from falling down a
Range of irregular heart palpatations
Lining up with souls facing temptation
For a brief visit to a sanction
Of requited tendencys and innuendo's
Running throught the bristly forrest
Ever where the knowledge is stored
Very likely to rummage where the words are
Endeared closely, almost holy...
Rising to the top of your list you promise me your
Devotion...
Should I give you mine?
Author notes
hehehehe... there is something special about this one. 100 points to the one who gets it.
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