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I was known to just beck and call,
It's not a kind of moot but,
Emerged to hone in and just fall.
Very calm, a pale purple color from afar,
Or mauve from the other,
Where my pirouetting mind preluded from your star.
Indeed, I saw this man 'in' the outdoor
The night would be his eyelids,
Full of human warmth and therefore humor.
His lovely eyes are adorable, blinking languages.
Autonomously, my life was known for being amorphous,
He came with hands for dreams and images.
With a sound of safety but not in silence,
He asked me to go the extra mile.
Thus, we hit the road and loved the distance.
The winds are murmuring from my ear,
Whispering to turn back the clock,
His rays are giving me light but not fear.
We shouted for joy and enjoyed the ride of euphoria.
Cessation is in my pocket,
I eagerly remove and throw this before it turns to phobia.
