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stars are struttled stiffy on the sky,
nightjars sings themselves to the bones,
clouds offer gifts to the city;
as a creamy shawl thrown over its shoulders.

I like a spoon fed baby, healthy to look, but frail inside,
waiting for a faith to be real;
holding shabby veiws into eyes,
sometimes applouse sometimes it sting,
as spade on spade I feel your steps towards me.

I love to see your damp hair
In the silvery moonlight,
That decore my heart to the core
at every plausible night,
And the soft plead on your lips
To taste the sweet gliden lumps
of mine arouses the whole
ruggedness inside.....

confession

o' you beloved
I wear your smell as a dapper on me
through this mother nature
your love like a shadow,
tailed me everywhere
in the shower of fascination;
I look at things, but see just you,
I hear things but catch just you,
I'm always lost into your pure plain love.

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