Walk me Jane-- To your Abstract Displays
Met this girl, in every party of whites and boxes, output like matches
I cannot portray if she is fine to talk to me; it is just texts and silence
Feeling is kind of odd; we know someone, we are randomised binaries
Then it is even; to ask consciously to think, is it good if we can change class
Forethought, aforementioned, all of the steps in motion-- like a flash.
Insofar as I never contemplated that I would fall this fast-- constantinople clash
Even so fast to react, a jab of mine would travel quarter of a second
Hers made it even faster, by falling me unconscious, making genuine bond
Whom I would just make friends-- a thom, it is not finished, it is beyond
I feel so secure. give her a lot; she would not bite, yet fear her abscond
Perchance, this just how I adore, from the moment meeting her to this digital world
She is the curly hair that made my way unseen and curved, now rebonded
Soothly, yes. You have observed how I made the rhythms read twine
Oh, Jane, how have you made this word from modern to archaic, emprise purine
Thyself is a thing that a man would protect, a man would serve as canine
You travelled with me through the lights; I have written your beauty in the sun's citrine
I have never met you; only the thinkers think of gods that favor both me and you, serpentine.
I would never depart this land of ours, shaped by what made us feline
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