Numerous galaxies in her eyes
an aching desire shooting skyward.
Confessions of innocence
drifting into a meadow of tender dreams.
Could it be serendipity of honeydew-like love
or a mist of terror taking over
the inner beast of your mind.
Numerous galaxies in her eyes
an aching desire shooting skyward.
Confessions of innocence
drifting into a meadow of tender dreams.
Could it be serendipity of honeydew-like love
or a mist of terror taking over
the inner beast of your mind.
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