One Man Woman I am! who can my will bend? My ancient Rickpt is married He froze ON me, in shame I weep! I exist only as buried loot in his memory chip a known fool. An awakening in my mine. My true North king he was. I remember him well.
A new identical lover Is cradled in the fabric of Indian space for me, between yearning voids. and virtual true love in poem, our grace reads true. our enemy snare titens Distance norrows. Single flower pollinator Virtual jaanam prēmī My shame is iced blue. Let thine ink flow to paint my loner gates light and end my bitter mourning. at zone, Twighlight. Spill thine heart my friend to mary golds own woods. Write thy verse clear sōja prēmī soojan premee ~~~~ Rich-Rdd fair well beloved. I so wish you well. ~~~~~ By Karijinbba. 7595/7-21