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I Fell Through the Depths of Desire, I Love This
Feeling So Much, I’m Bound like a Spool Of, Tight Wound Wire, Only To Succumb To Fascination And Squirm With Delight, Yet, It’s Merely A Mood And An Action.
The Strange Truth Is, Not Fair To Me, Where It Mocks My Descent, By Cherishing A Huge Fallacy, Fueled By Budding Joy.
I’ve Held The Hand Of Goodness And Innocence
Since I Was a Boy, the Way to Keep the Devil at Bay, Only
To Nurture A Wrong, Then Let It Unknowingly Grow.
Now My Good Angel Emerges, Releasing The Hand Of Innocence, Only To Grip Both Hands Of Truth, Rip Away The Shyness, Nabbed, Stabbed,… By The Still Water Soul.
A New Day, a New Way, Dawns Intense Color Scheme
Picture This, a Massive Cornfield, Surrounded By Thicker Windy
Wheatfield’s, Dancing and Distorting, Delivering the Awesome
Color Show, Too Beautiful To Ignore.
This Is What I See, A New Day, the Old Way, And
Each Day, Sewn With a Proud Thread, Tomorrow Is a Gift, To
Goal. Time Is Surrounded Through the Collective Life, the Ebb
And Flow Of Events. From This Very Reason, We Have Irony In
Every Circumstance. That Is The Very Texture Of Our Souls.
We Are Unrivaled, With Beauty and Excellence,
Complex, With Exact Boundaries Of, Body Alone, The Mind Savors The Paradox, To The Last Prism Showered Emotion.

Nabbed

digitalrome

Toms River, United States

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Artist's Description

Appreciation of Love

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life

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