The Sage Bucolic Love Poem by Leon Moon
The Sage Bucolic Love
Although she was not found nor aware
We executed the sage bucolic love,
Stripping balances off reflections
Becoming (for)her streams of immanency;
We executed the sage bucolic love.
This is how I lost the room,
The more one itself was acute,
The room where we fell out of love;
We executed the sage bucolic love.
The only true love story;
If not lost, told...
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