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How loving desires might seem inadequate - a love poem. |
| Buttercup, we’re branching out - Sunrise - new refrains - Everybody’s working doubt... Sentimental drains. Generations truly fasting; Truth construes those troubles... Mentally, we turn to blasting - Blame those leaky bubbles. Stymied by those said evictions, Comely, vague desires - Pride just seems to bend restrictions - Bludgeoning those fires. Faded hopes as hearts beat still, Rail that frisky clamor - Vile banter, lovers thrill - Souls sustain our grammar. |