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I can acomplish anything in my dreams I forgive you have slept with one woman and two older ladies later surprisingly sweet charming you had me for the dessert after the same aged chest dune planet was innocent awry, happy, subliminal not occuring our sensory receptors need to be more open accepting Nomens as lucid Omens stars in your eyes and a bright mass within waves of the mind germinatrix sensual aroused awareness honey. . . your tower seems like a marvel of a slick bridge growing inside me well gourded fortress silent for many ages, here, archaic oak doors stand, imposant, aged by translucent rains horsmen, ladies, light steps, the perfume of ever crying branches thrown to the winds of time even heaven's allured by this wildest dreams, oak entering yearns for a sweet melody, sound sang by the horseshoe shaped ~ aum ~~ knock tock         tock tomp               tomp thump               thump thump               thump we are rare devotional flowers growing toward the Sun's love our curved green bodies are coloured little skirts, our petal veils listen to every raindrop's fall. Feel every one of them heavy light unbearable beauty within awe stricken garden's architecture
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
ImpeccableSpacePoetess
Garden Ascension
I can acomplish anything in my dreams I forgive you have slept with one woman and two older ladies later surprisingly sweet charming you had me for the dessert after the same aged chest dune planet was innocent awry, happy, subliminal not occuring our sensory receptors need to be more open accepting Nomens as lucid Omens stars in your eyes and a bright mass within waves of the mind germinatrix sensual aroused awareness honey. . . your tower seems like a marvel of a slick bridge growing inside me well gourded fortress silent for many ages, here, archaic oak doors stand, imposant, aged by translucent rains horsmen, ladies, light steps, the perfume of ever crying branches thrown to the winds of time even heaven's allured by this wildest dreams, oak entering yearns for a sweet melody, sound sang by the horseshoe shaped ~ aum ~~ knock tock         tock tomp               tomp thump               thump thump               thump we are rare devotional flowers growing toward the Sun's love our curved green bodies are coloured little skirts, our petal veils listen to every raindrop's fall. Feel every one of them heavy light unbearable beauty within awe stricken garden's architecture
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