Hate this world
Whoever tarnished it
Roary purple roses
Fanatical rear heart
Moonshine speech
Clinical rave about pure blood
Weeds and vine
Just a leap year at rope level
Seasons and seasons
Until the level of hope
Drooling at my hip
Songs and melodies
Brandishing their charm
Hope rather heavy
To move in some honey
Wishlist of smiles
Nuke of the gods
Mason of her heart
Moved into paradise
Until then
I slept.
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