The mountains of mockery have begun to hammer... Everytime those eyes set sight on me i can
feel the power.... burning the flesh off me as public jealousy hovers..
when sweet apples as your cheeks pulls off a gravity of worms... squirming in each one of men's
heart it cries thithers and mourns... like the rising clouds that never settle down, I see a place
that i can never put down...
If there was something known as godly intervention, let him make me reach the heart of yours
without rooting restrictions....
Do not wake me up when that dream gets over... I shall yearn that scene so that it may linger
forever...
Like fifty million dates gathered together... I shall pump my heart to become your lover...
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