farewells should be sudden, when
the green fuse forever drives the flower,
appreciating heart... the future can do
the tricks of beauty, my destroyer
religion is a man-tree, my lurk lies
in kisses, tricks of the trade drives
the flower, men with hard and trivial
characters are the architects in
England - just learn yet to hear and
man with a beard shaves the Paradise
by way of pleasure, it degrades, this
period does not last... he returns through
the green flower, drives my age when
forever
the trade
flourishes &
all future
degrades
& comes one day at a time, grateful and
appreciating hearts, each one more precious,
the force that the green fuse drives: man -
more interesting than men, when forever or
as soon as...
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