and empty it out with no doubt
that cloud of passionate heart that often follow me everywhere.
give me for a purpose or sigh
to let me see unwavering breathe
and that LL soon be married to my fate
Like two doves in the eternal triangle of marital bliss
or doting fingers of amorous birds
twined together because they re in love
those birds that have addiction beyond compare
and burn forever even posthumously.
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