Probability lurks behind the veil of your
Vintage velvety hair locks.
Why don't you let them grow
Fond of the silk windwhirled fingertips
I'm falling apart like the society's white lies
When I first saw the picture of your oldtime lesser plie
Bohemian rascal poetic spirit
Do you still believe in soulfull foolishnesses?
Where do you play your music??
Let's chill under the Flatland area's arbol
Abbreviations of your blown up ****** desires
Are being revolutionized and mutinized by these
Enchanting darklings
Dear dear darling
deep romantic eyes &
Suddenly I'm lost inbetween days
Do you want it!!!?
~For You Fantastic Homeland Poet ~