Flickering shadows, paint my evening shade,
Moonlit rays, peep through to illuminate
just same, mesmerizing me, tantalizing me,
Fantasizing within me of my Knight in
Shinning armour, reaching down,
Kissing my tender lips that are so sour,
To somehow create a sweet, succulent flower.
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