Booouung
It's just a beating of the quixotic lender leading leash of uneven harmonics,
sweltering beans roasting on an Amish kettle car,
deepening of the reeds
and all of them apart-
it's wasting without scenes,
warring of weeds,
characterizations in beams,
fledglings of seams,
scouring like they had no other creed,
pulsating wishes of luminary becoming word-
so I could capture your beautiful skin, as it is rowed like canvas across the great metropolis and it's landscape alike!
Taking a hike for more time spent in your eye's,
and everything that I can't even pay for with my life.
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