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*Perches precariously on the edge of my Crippled consciousness Jealously and zealously guarding it Lest it strays to ‘unchartered waters’. To ostensibly **** time She around the clock Traverses the ‘bumpy’ uneven terrain Of my mindfulness leaving in her wake a gall aftertaste. She a beautiful apparition Skirting and strutting her stuff Boldly in my mind’s eye All this to my chagrin.*
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
My nightingale.
*Perches precariously on the edge of my Crippled consciousness Jealously and zealously guarding it Lest it strays to ‘unchartered waters’. To ostensibly **** time She around the clock Traverses the ‘bumpy’ uneven terrain Of my mindfulness leaving in her wake a gall aftertaste. She a beautiful apparition Skirting and strutting her stuff Boldly in my mind’s eye All this to my chagrin.*
Just that it aint within the realm of possibility and if it is then the odds surely are against me I would happily frog match you out of my mind and heart.
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Kenyan
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
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