Juvenile

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This feeling, to which I can't define Strikes with sudden terror,
simulates and resonances.

Oh! How I wish you'd receive a glimpse too

Oh! That I'd know you've been punished too.
This feeling, I can't define and shall not.

Lo! Come the day you tread on the path-- the path that leads me way. Blissful and jolly,
filled with gay my thoughts;
which I can mask no more.

My love! Declare you the love, the love
I received which I awaited forlong.

No. I do not just buy it. I treasure it deep down within. Perhaps deeper than ocean's? Neh.... deeper than deep.

Oh! This feeling still I can't define
Shall forever remain anonymous.

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❤ poetess

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