Pickles
Tangled measures in spirited affections
to my one an only love mind pickles
a bit sour tho i have tasted worse
unpleasant feeling let loose
heart aching fondness of nature
tears taking a drop like metal
that strong an heavy, smooth of petal
O' climb ripple my waves and cuddle
oppose them to drop that figure
i envy another; heart pickles occur
lean thou art has much yet never seen
shoulders can tell more than they mean
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