spruced all the caladium,
the menthol on your corset,
the love for
the stardom,
and the carrion of the defective rocket?,
It is because
I can hear your hassle voice clutches at the space,
brooding the time left for the noble price,
is it too dear for another chunky lace? ,
or is it a glory to have an amusement device? ,
For what I knew
your heart is like a brutal meteor,
none other than a lunatic sky beam,
shall I give it to the sterling whore,
whom you seek for the light cream,
And yet
when the time has been crowned,
the moon shall stop giving you the light,
and my galactic heart shall not drown,
in your righteous dark sight,
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