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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Is there enough adjectives I can use, to sew these sensitive sensations to you, when my dandelion heart is dense with combustible phrases, and my sunken soul is weeping into the weariness of wildfires? They say beauty can never be found in the dark, oblivious to the vibrancy of neon nights~ streaks of fluorescent flares glaring above forests of flickering lights, there iridescent colors run through the skyline like vast vibratos, filling my lungs with iridescent phrases too enigmatic to roll of my tongue. Yet your flourishing name flows in flawless frequencies through this forsaken surface, and I wear these wings drenched in burning fresh-spring waters, glistening in immeasurable shades of opalescent feathers, as the majestic moon still graces my somber sky with all those stolen smiles I’ve left unseen, for I am but a floating spirit just above demonic halos that shine so deceptively, carrying my strength wreathed in fireflies fortifying my faceless complexion, where the only home to my name is beneath the stars in the wilderness of your ambrosial affection, whilst I keep sprinkling traces of what is now left in my empathy that has been pinioned~ to the grains of gratitude in gardenia love. If only you knew, without you, I’ll be trashed in turmoil, wrecked in disarray~ you are the poetic reason, I am an inked poem woven with an iron quill, rippling with amorous alliterations and magnolia metaphors, as the nightly creatures still lurk in the shadows of our twin-flame footprints, constantly trying to seize the alluring aurora that lessens the miles between my electric dusk and your honeysuckle dawn…
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