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O rain! I'd plans lo, in the werks--t'avail
Me of the naked woods in tour fr'intents
Of violets. That is lost as I mull thence
The joys of sitting on the stoop's detail
Jist to, erm, breathe. And lo, in sheer betrayl
To write THAT kills the chance as twere, as hence
Those priceless minutes are most strangely whence
I canna say, lost--more in tow--sans bail.
Yes. It is freaky. Why'd my earring, fer
All that, fly off?! Just where I'd rush out to
That spot and settle me to breathe in tour,
Lo, how I spent it praying, and searching too.
Rain slipped off on the wings of gloaming, poor
As all MY dreams. And I was laughing. You?
24Mar19c
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
You found me.
You're so clever,
You're so mysterious,
So cunning and coy.
You hide and sneak,
Laugh and giggle.
You grin with knowledge
And my lack thereof.
But I have the real secret,
I'm sly and crafty,
Sneaky and hidden
In my openness and observations.
More so because my secrets,
stay secret...
I know you better
Than you may believe.
I love you more
Than you can understand.
So I will stay hidden
In my open observations.
I will stay and silent
My crafty cleverness.
I want to be a secret.
You are my secret.
I'll be your's.
You found me.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC