some time on my own
I do not remember
the depth of my know how
I can rotate the earth
at my wishes
but heart says
better find my love
what the hell
I will do
with you r rotation
I say look how beautiful
they are
what is that
it pauses for a while
some rustic compositae family flowers
odor of thine
I have seen writ large
my heart opines
it s beautiful
my soul differs
I wonder why
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