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This was once the floor I laid
Whom I craved and so adored…
One I was hundred percent sure
Until it mixed my baking flour
With beautiful ashes and dust
Covering gun powder and rust.
Hence, I am a running fly
Running from sorrows and lies
Pouring down like southern rain
Served as cakes, to wash my brain
On and by the floor, where I lie
Is a place I never wish to die.
In the legends of two beautiful souls Combination of destined love and fire Igniting a flame of sugary desires Creating oneness for ancestral pools “I…
Keeping tabs with the time Creating room for her crown Proposing in the town We are to walk the aisle… Jealous must be of frowns…
White dress of love in fire As a result of desires Creating bonds eternal There she smiles forever. It is true what they say That…
It must be drunk, or maybe drugged, Walking on air; no single fear I relocated to higher grounds … … Seventh heaven when love happened.…
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