Love, he gave,
reciprocated not behave
His goals were colossal,
not as high as mine's mime
He made flowers coated in wine,
with fine strokes and time,
but,
he'd never felt I was lost,
bleary and unkind
in storms,
he ceaselessly heads to mold,
healthy vines...
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 12:25 AM UTC
Love, he gave,
reciprocated not behave
His goals were colossal,
not as high as mine's mime
He made flowers coated in wine,
with fine strokes and time,
but,
he'd never felt I was lost,
bleary and unkind
in storms,
he ceaselessly heads to mold,
healthy vines...
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