13 Roses of 33
When I brush my teeth each night
I think of You,
while I rinse and spit
and take off my shoes,
I sigh 'Valeriya'
then breath again,
I look to the moon
and feel the luckiest of men...
so tonight -
I send you 13 sentient
symbolic roses
which are to tie
like a daisy
chain
'round yr head,....
yr utmost beauty to be adorned...
whilst I lay alone in bed,
but the most amazing moment
when dreaming of you till morn,
is the melting of my heart
and the ressurection of thorns...
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