A bag of mixed emotions,
I hunger for your taste,
A movement deep inside of me
An eddifying waste.
So long the rose doth bloom at dusk,
The turtles crawl to freedom,
The feelings never walk the plank
Though scared to ever feel them.
In this moment
Now's the time,
A shouldered heart
Give yours for mine.
24.8.11
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