whut's the onomatopoeia for

.
                        ...lump in mine
                                throat

                         well mine pretty
                        when I hear your
                            sweet wake
                      mine torso's thump
                        causes that lump

                            Sweetheart
                        when your eyne
                           their shrouds 
                        their taxing thick
                                try to 
                 peek at your new morning
                       the ducks uv mine
                                looks
                          fight their leak

                                 hon
                          i can't spell'lit
                                 but
                               i love 
                            each your 
                               wakes
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Maverick Avatar
June 5, 2024 at 10:49 PM
Omnicent knowledge needed here' on how Best to infill the picture clearly most dear!
Peranteau Avatar
June 6, 2024 at 8:03 AM
your veracious sir, indeed...mine reach iz clearly unto the astute, I insist, just the peek; and then, colour by numbers, enter mine think...dream ;}
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