valleys & wind please
yes, thats whats to come of me
soon enough i'm free
cauliflower land
hiccuped through the valley
sway on, green envy
you bring the bullshit
i bring random hissy fits
lets create some hits !
don't play hide and seek
she echoed to the rambler
your my muse . . . really !
little girl echoes words:
1 more story of the west
then we get some rest
breathe yr soul in me
its sour for one last lick
of yr lemon kiss
lemon breath you reek
of a bitter boy syndrome
you need sugar canes.
lemon aid takes two
parts sugar, one part lemon
care to join the mix?
i would have not went
if it wasnt for these writes
so thank you, goodnight
marriage is frugal:
we'll forget all the good parts
and become such bores
of westward daydreams,
i'm not sturdy like tree trunks
. . .my mind drifts likes leaves
green meadow hop along
perhaps rewind to sad songs
now that you are gone
my twilight reader
true, the stars move yr calm soul
i cant be yr vamp.
frigid cold wind breeze
sand in toes, you sing to me
the song of the sea
so i'll move out west
and perhaps be a poor bore
at least theres no chores !
oh, boo forever
i'm always star gazing now
lost in translation?
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