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This One’s From The Heart
A carousel of spinning prose
I don’t fancy editing/erasing today;
not sentences, especially not sentiments.
It is what it is; irrational internal secrets.
Is it castigating rain drops or your sapient footsteps?
As a matter of factual-dual feeling, the rain dropped as your windy words were knocking out my senses.
I got sloppy at your presence, does nature know any differences upon chemistry urges?
I won’t spend my low wages, not on you, not on me. Turning more pages of sprouting motions by the tender teaching lovers. You said you need not of shining dollars and old purple chevies that rock n roll so I blocked them all other girls. I took off my shining medals, you melt my patience you as tutor hidden emotions.
I am absolutely 100% don’t know what to do with you. The clouds oh the clouds, champagne bottle for you and me, I promise to drink only water and be resourceful, pouring down sweet bubbly tears for the earthlings while we’re flying hand in hand, self-forgetting the seasons of this moment, cheeks blushing no makeup, no strings attached on this flying balloon of dreams, do you really want to be shaken and wake up from this unfathomable daydreaming, please fasten not old boyfriends, who could guess what sad snowy flakes were streaming down your face eating yesterday’s morning cereals, you’ve been…
