we drawn on a smile
a lake in drift with bliss
the preceding stormy
mountain road- steams
we clung in tight
for there was danger
I, your wounded animal
swagger in symptoms
that we both predestined
the other night is yet real
before the daylight
I dream of you
holding me in a cresting
position- us fanciful
we would never freeze
this lake full of blissful
considerations
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