💧Love💧
Hurting is a gift, from above
To fly beneath is reigning—
Wager your battles heedless—
Than have no battle at all;
Regretfully, l have no downfall—
So I’ll take up, lots of downtime
Down in the greatest streets—
Like gilded seahorses and shrooms.
To have a lot of time;
You gotta use both hands.
Take a seat, edge first!
And relax.
The way this was designed—
A reminder of god;
Like all austere loss—
It seems to be the casualties;
"Dude, l meant it,"
Said she to l—
So go racily, and fall out
Them boys are lovely and loco.
There’s a big black ink dummy—
Flying upon the dirty nights,
Somewhere away from the sky.
Somewhat, my gloves drew in!
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