Intensity emotion, the split-time divorcesAbout turn, advance or stop
How about it, on the rash, or pre-planned give-up?
Super-fragrance in a future flower canopy
In silent growth, the happy bees flit around the ears
All is well for them. Do I share the deal?
Once more it comes around, but new
So in the difficulties of decision is a dream
A dance macabre in the heart
Once hand on the tiller tilts
Fortuna signs the open seas, a course
And I gaze at the wake’s trail behind
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