Seems like everyone has an opinion on buried
On possibly dead
Being a muse means one thing
The trust and regardless to other occasions to discover
come backs are necessary to nail the doubts
Summer is only one fourth of the season's divinities
And experiencing the out skirts of insisting declarations
Carry the journey
pressing against the wall with soft custody
the debate is taken by judgment and comfort
with medieval luxury and appeal
yes it has its conflicts and raw expectancies
but being an orchid child makes the trick
the garden is not an arboretum
it is just an hors d'oeuvre of an overweight thought
a slit on a water glass
you know it will cricket on you no matter what
but you will have your reading glasses on at one point
to matrix the blur to make it even more blurry
and when the caliber of the atmosphere sponges the female octave
you will witness a theatrical scene
you will be watching and supporting
Orchestrating the immeasurable progress
You will gain the amnesiac amity
And you will come back for amphora moments
As you may call 'angina'
And it will anecdote anatomically
And audience will go even more analytic on
Softness and almond
Some will knock as the 'thunder son'
Some will embrace with endless mysterious charm
Emprime moments to catch on
Winner ends with winnings in baker's house...
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