Darkness,
                                                                                                           in sometimes
                                                                                                           sitting aming
                                                                                                         areing
                                                                                                             ising
                                                                                                                   i'm
                                                                                                             from glades
                                                                                                          of chastely tiny
                                                                                                         beads pink
                                                                                                      about
                                                                                                                my eyes
                                                                                                      immeasurably
                                                                                                              welt slow
                                                                                                    moisture
                                                                                                             at this
         very




























































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                       a.

Do you want to know the way to my heart?
Give me a piece of chocolate,
And let me hold your hand.
Look me in the eyes
And tell me that I'm your man.
Love me in the spring time,
And love me in the winter.
Love me in the in between time,
And love me forever,
And forever and for always you'll be mine.
The girl of my heart
And the girl of my mind.
The love of my life,
Oh, baby, sweet apple pie.
So give me a piece of chocolate,
And let me be your man.
Bring me into your life,
And forever I'll hold your hand.

o
                                         ,
little star
with fingers
  gowned nimble
    fickles numbly
     bickering the
night with
perhaps slamming
      bruises off white
         fast timidity
                                                   o,
           simply dusting
             forever lovely
               without mortal
                 err ere the dull
                   mother of budding
                     s
                       -tupid unheavy
                          light
                            what slashes
                              night briefly
                                impeding
                                 darkness flaky
                                  flaking breaking
                                 in summer
                                making
                   ­           sorry ladies
                            who sleeping
                           fairies dote
                          'pon slick
                        penultimate
                       spheres
                     where
                    heaven
                  whitely moors                                                            ­                                ,
               her softly
            and her
      deftly
marvelous                                       ­                                                   ..............­..........
   4ever                                                            ­                   ,
     and 4                                                                ­     '
                  ever                                         ­        .   "
                                ever                           ­  ,  '
                                         ever                . '
                                                   eVEr : '

i were left to impress upon myself the medium of hips
where in was yours, the aptest sliver of
feminine hotting spark
                                                 and after
in rigid slumbers mortar
she was more astonishing
than gods first light
he said
once
(and it was
) so?

everything                                             :

. comes , together ;    '       "  and   '   falls  ;     apart       ,        

                                                                                                       .
                                                                                                    ,      ,
                                                                                                        '