giggles-
forever.
gone with the wind.

the lady speaks
whisperings, falling
where the petals withered in my hands
the highway blues
tenacious being

your viciousness- epitome
i tear for you
why present myself on the silver platter, as you wait in bated breath
the foul fiend, you; and only for your own benefit

his lullaby belongs to me
his kiss belongs to me
his laugh belongs to me
his love belongs to me
quintessential romantic

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